Reborn Before The Divorce

“Hey, what do you think others would think if they saw me like this?” She teased him.

He was momentarily stunned, but then understood what Nydia meant and unintentionally pressed down harder with his hand.

“Ah! If you press so hard, my knee will be injured again.”

“You can do it yourself.”

“I’m sorry, can you please help me? I can’t do it.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Why do you have to get angry so quickly?”

“Immature!” Nydia muttered.

“What did you say?”

She immediately raised a smile. “Nothing. I’ll just do it myself then. Bye.” At this point, Jesse noticed the injury on her knee, which seemed particularly striking, and some disharmonious images involuntarily appeared in his mind.

“I’m free the day after tomorrow.”

“What?”

Nydia reacted, realizing that he was talking about going to the Malone Villa for dinner.

She had a big mouth and just when things had calmed down between her and Jesse, she had said something stupid again.

But wasn’t she just trying to flirt with him? Why did he react so strongly? After thinking about it for a while, she found there seemed to be only one possibility.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

It’s okay, she thought. She would find some time to go see Mr. Black and maybe she could heal him.

After briefly wiping the wound with medical oil, she continued to work on editing the video. Before she knew it, it was already one o’clock in the morning, but she had finally finished. After posting the video, she didn’t pay much attention to it, knowing that the first video was unlikely to have much traffic. She planned to post more videos later.

Before going to bed, she bought several books online about how to edit videos and how to make a video look good. She planned to study them carefully. Video content was important, but packaging was equally important.

The next day, Nydia finished filming the second video and was ready to post it. When she opened the app, she was stunned.

Her follower increased by more than five hundred.

She clicked the video and found that it had more than five thousand likes and several hundred thousand views.

She was confused.

She clicked on the comments:

“My focus is actually on her hand. Her hand looks really good.”

“Is it really a good idea to show food at night?”

“This homemade drink looks amazing. I’ll try it when I wake up.”

There were more than a hundred comments, some praising her cute kitchenware, some complimenting her beautiful hands, and others saying that her videos were well-made.

Nydia was very happy. The first post had already gained over 500 followers, so she expected the second one to do well too. With time, she could slowly build up her account.

However, what surprised her was that the second post suddenly increased her followers to more than two thousand, and she received a lot more likes and comments.

“I’m a fan of her hands. They’re so beautiful!” said one comment.

“The things she makes look so delicious, very appetizing, and different from those other copycats. She has her own creativity,” said another.

“I declare that I really like her!” said a third.

Reading these comments, Nydia’s mouth curled upwards. In this life, she was determined to build her career slowly and show Willette how she could achieve both fame and fortune. Wasn’t Willette always jealous of her beauty? Nydia would let her know that she not only looked good but also made money.

Today she made two desserts, which looked creamy, with good color coordination. She was confident that they would attract a lot of netizens.

When Molly and Tavish came back, Nydia took out the two desserts.

“Look at what mommy prepared for you guys.”

“What is it, mommy?” Molly was excited. In the past few days, Nydia had prepared delicious food for them when they came back from school, and the two children always looked forward to it.

Nydia opened the paper box, and they were both very happy. They immediately rushed to wash their hands and came back to eat, their mouths full.

“After you finish eating, go change your clothes. We have to go to Aunt Willette’s house later.”

As soon as they heard that they were going to the Malone Villa, the two children’s moods changed.

“I don’t want to go!” Tavish’s face turned cold, and he threw the soft bread he was holding.