Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 62 Devious

He leaned in and lifted my chin with his finger before saying in a captivatingly low voice, “We’re both single. So what if she gets the wrong idea?”

I looked deeply into Dominic’s eyes, trying to gauge the meaning behind his words.

But before I could read him clearly, he let go of me and pushed me aside.

With arms folded across his chest and a smile on his lips, he said, “What’s with that look? It’s just tongue-in-cheek. Could it be that you still have feelings for me?”

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment when I realized he was just playing with me.

“In your dreams. I don’t have any more feelings for you.”

Back then, he was the one who had betrayed me. I would be crazy to have any more feelings for him.

I thought Dominic would snap at me, but he only glanced at me coldly before turning around to put the pan on the burner and turn the stove on.

I pursed my lips and kept quiet. Once he figured out the breach of contract, we would go our separate ways.

I watched him heat the pan with oil and brown the meat over high heat before stirring in the greens. Honestly, I did not think that he could actually cook.

He was a jerk through and through. Back then, he not only pretended to be handicapped, but he also insisted I prepare three meals a day for him when he could have done it himself.

Obviously, he was capable of doing everything on his own. It was a wonder why he still had me at his beck and call.

“Help me with the apron.”

Although I heard him, I didn’t move a muscle. Instead, I looked at the apron my mother had placed on the table earlier and said, “Put it on yourself.”

With the spatula in his hand, Dominic turned his head and glanced at me. He scowled icily, “Fine then. If you’re not helping, I’ll ask Mrs. Zanetti for her help.”

After he said that, he turned his head and looked at the kitchen’s entrance. He really had the intention of calling my mother for help.

okay. I’ll help. You don’t have to yell

I should have realized he’s a rascal with tricks up

up to him. I then lifted the halter

couldn’t reach the top of his head. I can’t put on the apron if he doesn’t bend

a little?” I asked as I

looked at me before he bowed his head, allowing me a chance to throw the apron’s neck halter over

same time, I thought of tying the string of the apron around his waist. Naturally, with the strings of the apron in both my hands, I wrapped my arms around his waist

gently teasing, “You can hug me if you want to. It’s not

quickly pulled away from him and said sarcastically, “You’re

to leave the kitchen; I didn’t want to stay around him for too

from him, I

see?” Those items were there within reaching

I should get Mrs.

and handed him the

he keep wanting to

would occasionally ask me to pass him condiments or plates, but other than that, we had nothing else

take long for Dominic to finish

good, and it

could cook so well. When and where did you learn how to cook?” I

dished the food up straight out of the pan before he replied airily, “Why do you want to know? I didn’t

was rendered speechless by his

business. He probably learned to cook

Dominic used to say he would take up cooking lessons once we got married so that he could cook for me every

cook, but the food he’s cooking isn’t for

food out. I’ll tidy up the kitchen.” His words pulled

for myself, and my cooking is not any worse

hands. Before I entered the kitchen again, I asked Louis to help me

came out from the kitchen, and we all sat down at

bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had treasured for

former student of his. He had always been reluctant to drink it, so it