Chapter 886

Hand in hand, the couple walked out of the building. Meanwhile, the employees sighed, convinced that their president was indeed blinded by love. * At the grocery store, Pearl watched as Richard zoned, staring at a broccoli. She nudged him with her elbow. "You said you can cook. Why do I feel like you've never cooked in your life?" Richard wasn't about to admit he'd watched countless cooking videos and broken a few pans before mastering a few dishes. "You don't need to worry about that," he replied, looking into her eyes with a slight frown before grabbing some carrots. Seeing the carrots in the cart, Pearl grabbed them. "I don't like carrots." Richard realized he hadn't asked about her preferences or dietary restrictions. "What else don't you like?" Pearl started listing them, counting on her fingers. "Carrots, sprouts, celery, bitter gourd, fish, and—" Richard's head began to ache. All the ingredients she listed were ones he knew how to cook. Frowning, he realized she mi