Skill Maker in a Game Like World

Enzo was immediately drawn to that kitchen where he saw Miya's figure with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a short nightgown that didn't even reach her knees.

She truly had an hourglass-like figure, beautifully curved but not to the point of exaggeration, better described with the word elegant.

Even if she was shorter than the models, she was still more eye-catching, especially since she had very well-groomed pure white skin.

When she was wearing a closed coat, Enzo could still control himself, but now, he felt that if this woman did not become his wife, his mind would be in turmoil forever.

He might even feel frustrated if she fell for another man.

Given that she could become much richer and that would eventually make her very famous, there would likely be many more powerful Awakeners coming to try to get her heart.

Right now, he had a chance because it came when she needed security the most.

"Ohhh, Enzo..." The woman looked surprised when she saw him coming.

With her hair in a ponytail, she looked so much younger that Enzo thought she was not yet 30 years old.

When she looked up at him, she met his eyes, instantly made aware that his gaze at her was not like before.

It suddenly seemed more intense and there was a clear glow that he was mesmerized by her.

For Miya, this was quite normal. She always saw men mesmerized by her when she appeared more open, revealing more of her skin.

Only, this time the one who was mesmerized was a young man who was not even 20 years old.

She couldn't help but feel strange even though in her own mind there was a deliberate desire to mesmerize him.

Seeing that he was completely mesmerized, she was at a loss for words.

Enzo tried to act calmer when she looked at him.

He turned his gaze to the food she was cooking.

She was actually cooking rice and then started frying the rice with a mixture of sauteed onions and various spices. It was fried rice.

"Uhmm..." Enzo cleared his throat first.

"I smelled your cooking from above, it's surprising that a super-rich woman like you, Sister Miya, is also so good at cooking," he said.

"It's my hobby that finally came in handy so that my daughter can eat my cooking more often," the woman replied with a faint smile.

"That's a better way than having someone else do the cooking because they sometimes leave out the most important ingredient," Enzo said, agreeing with her words.

"Ohhh, what's the most important ingredient that's often left out?" Miya was suddenly curious about his words because he said something confusing.

"Of course, it's love," Enzo replied in a joking tone while laughing softly.

"Hahaha, it seems like you're very good at joking," Miya said, laughing uncontrollably that she had trouble stopping.

"Even though this sounds like nonsense, it's real," Enzo said. "When a mother cooks, the relationship in the family is usually much closer because they feel love through the food they eat. Children will love their mother more and a husband will love his wife more. Your daughter is practically lucky to have a mother like you and whoever becomes your husband later is even luckier."

Enzo couldn't remember where he got that knowledge, he even remembered about it only now.

Ever since he saw Miya again, the effect of the drink he drank at Rebecca's birthday party suddenly returned so he could easily say nonsense that had hidden intentions.

His confidence was very high now and he was ready to tease her blatantly.

A strange expression appeared on Miya's face hearing what he said.

She seemed to want to laugh but held back.

She definitely didn't expect that Enzo was actually talking about her husband.

For a mature woman like her, this was very clearly a seduction.

When seduced like this, her heart pounded and she felt a passion that she could not understand.

In the end, she was still a normal woman. If she was comfortable with a man and expected something from him, she was naturally pleased with his advances.

Without thinking what decision she needed to make, she replied, "I don't think it's right if you say that a man is lucky to be my husband just because I can cook."

She apparently protested because only her cooking ability was considered as luck for her husband while her strengths were not just cooking.

Enzo quickly responded because she said that.

"Of course, that's just one factor. Wealth, beauty, elegance, you have too many things that making anyone your husband is like hitting the biggest jackpot ever," he said, getting more and more uncontrollable as he spoke.

Miya was probably aware that his mind was drifting due to the effects of the drink. She continued to smile as she replied, "But you see, I'm still single until now. Although many men admire me, they dare not go beyond admiration. Knowing my strengths only makes them retreat instantly."

"Ohhh, are the men in Riverton so cowardly?" said Enzo with a surprised expression.

He was not only surprised by her words, but also surprised that she did not try to avoid his advances at all. Instead, she continued to respond.

This really showed that she was open to him.

When it was clear that she was open to him, then he only needed to think of a way to take the final step that would break down the wall between them.

And despite chatting with him, the woman did not lose control of her cooking. She was still skillfully stirring the rice that she mixed with onions and spices.

Under the heat of the stove, they seemed to blend into each other, producing an even more delicious aroma.

When it was confirmed that the rice was cooked, Miya transferred it to the two large plates she had prepared earlier where there was one piece of fried chicken on each plate.

"It's cooked, let's have dinner first, Enzo," she said.

"Let me help you, Sister Miya," Enzo replied.

He picked up the two plates and carried them to the dining table in the dining room next to the kitchen.

The woman seemed to smile as she was helped, replying, "wait there, I'll make the drinks first!"

After saying that, she squeezed five large orange oranges, mixed the juice with sweetened milk in a large bottle and mixed it with small pieces of ice.

She then brought it to the dining table which already had two cups for the two of them.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said when she arrived at the table.

She poured the orange juice into Enzo's cup before taking a seat opposite him where they were quite close to each other as the dining table was not wide, just long.