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

he’s a rascal with tricks

up to him. I then lifted the halter neck strap of the apron, about to hang it over his

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

little?” I asked as I

me before he bowed his head, allowing

tying the string of the apron around his waist. Naturally, with the strings

from above my head, gently teasing, “You can hug

away from him and said

I moved to leave the kitchen; I didn’t

away from him, I heard him yell out,

beside you. Can’t you see?” Those items were there within

I should get Mrs.

around and

to call my

to actually get my mom’s help, I remained in the kitchen. He would occasionally ask me to pass him

didn’t take long for Dominic to finish

good, and it smells

When and where did you learn how to

he replied airily, “Why do you want to

rendered speechless

none of my business. He probably learned to cook

were together, Dominic used to say he would take up

good cook, but the food he’s

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

can cook for myself, and

the kitchen again, I asked Louis to help

from the kitchen, and we all sat down at the

to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had

been given to him by a former student of his. He