My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him Chapter 226 Spying (1)

Lucas Hughes thought about it for a mont, and his body reacted instantly—even down there, things had a bit of a bounce.

He glanced down at his lower half and smirked smugly.

Then, he pulled out his phone to check the ti—it was around 12:30 in the afternoon.

He dialed Chloe Simpson’s number.

"Chloe, do you have anything you feel like eating tonight? I’ll cook for you. About what ti will you be ho from work? You’re not working overti tonight, right?"

Lucas first asked his older sister what she wanted to eat, then slid into the topic he really wanted to know about.

"Oh, no overti tonight. Lucas, you were on the night shift last night, and now you’re changing shifts again today? Honestly, don’t worry about —if you’ve got a night shift, just head straight to work."

"Don’t bother cooking for . I’ll just grab sothing random to eat on my way ho. Since I’m not working late tonight, I should be back around six. At most, I’ll be ho by seven."

To be honest, Chloe couldn’t help but feel a bit happy when Lucas called her, asking if she wanted sothing special to eat.

But as soon as she thought about how Lucas might have work tonight, she quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Oh, I’m not working tonight—it’s my off day as it happens, and tomorrow we’re both on the day shift. Perfect. Alright then, I’ll throw together sothing simple, and we’ll eat together when you’re back."

Lucas nodded, said nothing further, and hung up the call.

But in his heart, he was already planning how to make Chloe willingly take off her clothes tonight.

At that mont, a group ssage popped up on his phone.

It was Harry Mason and Noah Woods suggesting hotpot—what did everyone think?

As soon as Lucas saw the word "hotpot," his eyes twinkled mischievously, and a brilliant idea struck him.

Around 5 p.m., Lucas went out to shop for groceries.

He bought a great selection for hotpot—atballs, beef slices, lamb slices, shrimp paste, and all kinds of other hotpot ingredients. He finished it off with a special Old London hotpot base, the super red and super spicy kind.

At 7 p.m., when Chloe returned ho, Lucas had already prepped everything.

The beef tallow hotpot base was already simring in the pot.

As Chloe walked in, Lucas imdiately turned the stove on.

Explaining himself casually, he said, "Chloe, I rember you used to be pretty good with spicy food. I don’t know what’s up, but tonight I suddenly got a craving for this spicy beef tallow hotpot. We haven’t had it in ages—can you handle it?"

"If it’s really too much, I can whip up a mild soup base and swap out this pot for our old yin-yang hotpot one."

"Oh, no need—this is fine as it is."

At this point, Chloe still didn’t know what Lucas was planning to do.

Besides, the two of them hadn’t enjoyed hotpot together in ages, and deep down, she felt genuinely happy about it.

During the al, Lucas kept serving Chloe nonstop, picking out ingredients for her. When he figured she was almost full, he set his ultimate plan into motion.

He intentionally picked up an oversized beef atball, standing up as he reached over. Then, pretending to fumble, he let his chopsticks slip, and the atball fell straight into the pot.

Of course, Chloe’s clothes got splattered and stained imdiately.

Lucas quickly apologized, pointing out how the hotpot sll was everywhere. He offered to clean up the dishes and urged her to go wash herself.

Chloe sniffed at her clothes, finding the strong sll undeniable. Without overthinking it, she got up and headed for the bathroom.

As soon as Lucas saw Chloe leave for the bathroom, he followed right after her without hesitation.