Chapter 1182: That Won't Do!

At that moment, suddenly a pair of hands stretched from behind her and firmly wrapped around her waist.

She was startled...

Immediately after, her back pressed against a solid, familiar chest.

She didn't need to look back to know it was Samuel Noah Jackson coming back.

So, she didn't bother turning around instead, and she just lowered her head to taste the soup.

As soon as it touched her tongue, she felt a burning sensation...

"So hot..." She put down the spoon and stuck out her tongue in pain.

"Stupid woman!" Came a voice of disdain from behind her!

Michelle Campbell rolled her eyes and then threw her elbow back, nudging the man's chest, and spoke with dissatisfaction,

"You better go out. Wait two more minutes, and dinner will be ready."

"What kind of soup is this?" Samuel didn't heed her advice to leave but instead changed the subject to look at the fish soup in the pot.

"Crucian carp soup. Smells good, right?" Michelle said with the pride of a treasure hunter.