Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

The woman glanced at Lisa then back at William. If she looked closely, the boy's face is similar to Oscar and Lisa's. But this was the first time she had met Oscar's wife! Usually, when she asked about William's birth mother, the man would quickly change the subject.

At first, the woman thought that Oscar had divorced his wife so she chose to change the subject. But seeing William's biological mother sitting in her restaurant made her sure that this one little family was happy.

The middle-aged woman then covered her mouth with her palm. "Hohoho! William's mother is so beautiful! Oh, Mr. Oscar, how come your wife is this beautiful and you are still hiding her from me and my husband! We've always wanted to meet your wife!"

"C-can we talk later? I'm so hungry now."

And again, Oscar quickly changed the topic of their conversation. This time, the sweat had started to run down his back and made him sure his shirt would stink from his body odor!

"Ah yes yes, of course," the middle-aged woman took the menu book that was lying on the table. "William, remember, if auntie's cooking is not good, you can tell me right away. Don't hesitate, okay!"

"Yes, auntie!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman left their table, Oscar could only heave a sigh of relief. He rolled up his sleeves while looking at his son's innocent expression.

"Yes, yes, I know that my cooking is not good. My cooking is not good because I can't cook okay!? Instead of protesting, you can just cook on your own starting tomorrow."

"It's up to you what you want to cook, but you can be sure that Papa won't cook for you anymore!" He added.

"So now Papa wants to say that Papa doesn't want to be responsible for my empty stomach anymore?" William asked in disbelief. He turned his head and saw his mother, "Mama, did you hear what Papa said earlier?"

Lisa smiled broadly and ruffled his hair. "Yes. But William, can you tell me what your Papa cooks for you every day? I'm really curious about this!"

Hearing Lisa's question made the boy even more enthusiastic. If someone asked him what his hobby was, maybe the boy would say humiliating his father! There was a certain pleasure that he felt every time he saw Oscar's face turn red.

"Every night, Papa cooked for me. In the morning until noon, it's Mrs. Rusminah who cooks for me, so I have nothing to worry about. But when I heard Papa's car went into the garage, oh, I immediately felt bad!"

"Keep going…" Oscar grumbled in disbelief. He hoped that someone would call his cell phone number after this so he wouldn't have to listen to what William had to say.

"Daddy can't you just shut up and let me talk!?"

"Oh my God, go on with your story!"

"Until now, I don't know what to call Papa's cooking. All I could see at that time was red, black, green, and sometimes yellow! When it comes to taste, there are spicy, sour, bland, and even bitter!"

William then looked up at the ceiling of the restaurant and remembered what Oscar usually cooked for him. He wanted to tell his mother all the suffering he had to go through every night!

Hearing William's explanation made Lisa feel even more uncomfortable. Of course, the black color the boy meant was charred food. But spicy? Has Oscar gone mad that he made his son eat spicy food!?

While William was trying to remember Oscar's cooking, Lisa glared at the face of the golden haired man. She was so shocked when she saw the man's face was red, even redder than a cherry! This was the first time she had seen with her own eyes that her ex-husband was blushing in embarrassment.

Oscar couldn't stop swearing in his heart. A man of European descent and the CEO of a big company who owns everything is being humiliated by his own son!

The man knows very well that his food wasn't edible, heck it couldn't even be tasted. But he didn't want that dark secret that must have been so embarrassing to be leaked out. And to make matters worse, it was his son who leaked the secret to Lisa, his ex-wife!

"Dear William, thanks for telling Mama what Papa has been cooking for you. But Mama still doesn't know what William means about Papa's cooking. Can you explain to Mama more clearly about Papa's cooking? Don't just mention the color. Mama doesn't care about it."

"And black, red, green dishes? What kind of food is that William?" She added.

"You guys, ugh..." Oscar sighed and couldn't stand what William had to say anymore, "Can you guys shut up? Oh, do you really want me to die of shame or something?"

But none of them listened to Oscar's request. They completely ignored him.

"So, what I mean was, the black grilled meat was charred and tasted bitter! And it had a spicy taste. And the red one was an omelet with a lot of tomato sauce! Sometimes, the omelet still had egg shells in it!"

"William, gosh, it's been a long time since the egg shells thing happened. Why are you still bringing up that problem again?"

"Papa, shut up. I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Then, I meant the green ones were burnt green beans! Ouch I don't know what to say about it! Once, Papa cooked me stir-fried chickpeas and the worms were still there!"

"Worms?! Oscar!"

"It's only one time okay? I forgot to clean the green beans with salt at that time!"

"I don't care, Oscar! Just don't you ever dare to feed my child without making sure that the food is clean first! What if he got poisoned from it?!"

"Oh, I told you that it was only once! After that, I always wash all the ingredients I want to cook!"

"And then," William cut him enthusiastically, "I just think that I like Papa's cooking even if the taste was plain sour!"

Lisa and Oscar both anticipated William's next answer. What made William like his father's sour cooking?

Oscar almost forgave his son because he thought he would compliment his cooking. Finally, after being humiliated in front of Lisa, he can boast a little!

If William said his cooking was delicious, Lisa would definitely compliment him!

"Because Papa's sour cooking is the only dish that has a taste! His other cooking is mostly bland, I couldn't even figure out how they tasted!"

"You impudent child! Do you want Papa to teach you a lesson or what, huh!?" Oscar shouted impatiently. Fortunately, this restaurant was quiet, and the three of them were the only visitors.

Despite laughing loudly and his face looking happy, William quickly hid behind Lisa's hand. He turned and asked for help from his mother.

"Mama, please protect William! Papa wants to smack his adorable son!" William said while laughing out loud.