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.

hand paused in the middle of the air.It took me

you go home to celebrate the

I’m back to keep

from my hand and pulled me

"What are you doing?"

leaned against his chest and answered

I saw him, my restless heart

a low voice

the question, my hunger reignited and I felt deeply frustrated

dinner.I’m going

go of me and walked

a food box in

he prowled towards the

I remembered what the kitchen looked like at the moment.I rushed to the kitchen door

not hungry

kitchen yet.I couldn’t

"What did you eat?"

at me

Tongue in cheek, I murmured, "Steak.Really, I’m not hungry

I am.Now move.I’ll heat

entering the kitchen.I shook my

now and he was sure to be angry if he saw it

hiding in the kitchen? Helen, tell me what’s really going on here." George narrowed his gaze and stared

narrowed gaze, I felt so guilty that I

into the kitchen with purpose and I stayed by the door,

came from the

done?!" I leaned

blocked and something suspicious

surface and there was burnt food residue in the fry

were scattered on the

were cut into chunks while others

getting angrier,

seeing this,

up!" He was putting on gloves, ready to

"Don’t be angry."

and messy.I didn’t dare to go in, so I stood at the door and persuaded him in a low

at me, put the food box on the

"Wait here."

he went into the kitchen to clean.I stood at the door

were broad and his waist narrow.He was wearing a shirt

his shirt were rolled up, revealing his slender and

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