My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2798: 2806

~2 minute read · 501 words
Previously on My Secret Billionaire Husband...
Joanna flushed with embarrassment after realizing her intimate phone conversation with Ashton had been overheard by live stream viewers, who teased her affectionately while praising the couple's sweetness. In contrast, Porter and Omega Huntley's live stream turned awkward as a hungry Lucus prompted Porter, who couldn't cook, to reluctantly ask Omega for help. Omega viewed the request as an opportunity to get closer to Porter and shift his attention from Joanna.

At that moment, Porter and Kelvin would no longer circle solely around Joanna.

What's more, Annie had realized long ago that her face, so strikingly like Joanna's, would invite a barrage of online backlash if she joined the show.

Fame might come her way, but it would be tainted with infamy.

Her strategy from the outset was to leverage bad press for attention, then cleanse her reputation on this variety program.

Should she manage to whitewash her image effectively, breaking into the entertainment world would be effortless.

Countless celebrities have pulled off this exact move via variety shows.

The odds of success are impressively strong.

Annie is utterly convinced she can whitewash her reputation too.

This is her golden opportunity to capture the hearts of the masses.

Clutching this cunning plan, despite her complete inability to cook, she boldly claimed she could when Porter asked.

“You can cook?” Porter appeared shocked, clearly taken aback.

Annie blinked with guilt, hesitating before nodding. “Yeah, I can handle some simple home-style dishes.”

Truth be told, she couldn't prepare a thing.

Just like Porter, instant noodles were her only skill.

Throughout her time in the Lawrence family, she'd been spoiled rotten, never lifting a finger for chores.

Rose believed her daughter was fated for a rich marriage with servants at her command, so she never bothered teaching her household tasks.

Annie held the same belief.

“You really can cook?” Porter's surprise was real; he'd only asked offhand, expecting nothing.

“Only basic stuff,” Annie fibbed, avoiding his eyes as they darted rapidly. “I overheard Joanna mention being hungry, so I'll peek in the fridge for ingredients and whip up something for her.”

Porter gazed at her intently for moments, his face turning awkward as he coughed into his hand: “Alright then, sorry to impose for this meal. I can't cook—want me to rinse the veggies?”

“No, no thanks.” Annie dismissed it with a wave, seeming efficient and eager. “I got this alone. I'll check the fridge now. For us three, how about one meat dish and two veggie ones?”

Porter's discomfort deepened at her words.

He reflected on his earlier rudeness to Omega, yet she hadn't reacted. In contrast, he came off less gracious and chivalrous than her.

A twinge of remorse hit him, softening his voice to a warmer, kinder tone toward Annie. “Whatever works. Keep it easy. I'm easygoing; I'll devour anything you make. Positive you don't want assistance?”

Noticing Porter's shift, Annie inwardly thrilled. She amped up her sweet, capable act: “Honestly, I can handle it solo. Once it's ready, just pop in to plate it up.”

Annie's repeated rejections only amplified Porter's guilt.

He realized he'd acted rather petty earlier.

Had he misjudged Omega?

Maybe she wasn't the manipulator he'd pegged her for, not deliberately clinging to Joanna's fame?

Perhaps she wasn't the villain he'd pictured?