Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen’s POV: 

On New Year’s Eve, I refused Lucy’s invitation and stayed at home as usual.

The plan was to treat myself to a fancy dinner.It shouldn’t be that hard to cook it anyway.

On the Internet, I checked out recipes until I found the one for the meal I wanted.

Then I took out the meat and vegetables in the fridge.

Each step in cooking the meal was laid out and looked quite simple to follow.It would appear cooking wasn’t that hard after all.

Before I started, I was full of confidence.

Shortly after I turned on the stove, I became overwhelmed and actually forgot what I was supposed to do first.

Thanks to me, the kitchen became a disaster zone.The steak was all frizzled up, and the sink was blocked.

The pots and pans were everywhere on the table.I had no idea what to do.I skipped lunch.

So, now I was hungry, tired and exhausted.

Finally, I sat at the dining table with the badly cooked meal, feeling awkward.

Since I had no other option and I was quite hungry, I figured that I might as well eat some of the food I cooked.

I cut the burned steak with a knife and fork.

When I cut the steak, I found that the inside was not only uncooked, but still bloody as well.

The negative emotions I’d been trying to keep at bay surged up all at once.I curled up on the sofa and sniffled, the urge to cry nearly overwhelming.

Just then, I heard the key turn in the lock.

Someone was trying to open the door from outside.

Who would come to my house at this time? Lucy was at her parents’, and George was in Washington visiting his family.

Could it be a thief? Gripped by sudden nerves, I stood up from the sofa and went in search of a weapon to arm myself with.

Seconds later, I found a spanner.

The next second, I heard a click and then the door was opened.

Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip on the spanner and raised it above my head.

But before I could make a move and attack the intruder, I saw the smiling face of the man at the door.

in the middle of the air.It took me

Didn’t you go home to celebrate the holidays

now I’m

the spanner from my

"What are you doing?"

I leaned against his chest and

restless heart

you had dinner?" George asked in a low voice as he

my hunger reignited and I

brought you dinner.I’m going to

of me

was a food box

pausing, he prowled

at the moment.I rushed to the kitchen door and

a minute! I’ve had dinner.I’m not hungry now.Let’s go and

cleaned up the kitchen yet.I couldn’t let George see

"What did you eat?"

stared at

cheek, I

am.Now move.I’ll heat the

and insisted on entering the kitchen.I shook my head and

now and he was sure to be angry if he saw it in the state

let me in? Is there someone hiding in the kitchen? Helen, tell me what’s really going

I felt so

and I stayed by the door, nervously

from the kitchen the

leaned against the

sink was blocked and something suspicious floated

there was burnt food residue in

and meat were

cut into chunks while others were still

George was only getting angrier, his gaze blazing, I tried to defend

seeing this, but you insisted on

gloves, ready to clean up

"Don’t be angry."

in, so I stood at the door and persuaded

the food box

"Wait here."

into the kitchen to clean.I stood at

shoulders were broad and his waist narrow.He

the sleeves of his shirt were rolled

head, he began to clean up my mess.He shouldn’t be doing such menial tasks like a housewife, but the scene was surprisingly