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.

help. You don’t have to

realized he’s a rascal with

then lifted the halter neck strap of the apron, about to

too tall — I couldn’t reach the top of his head. I can’t put on

your knees a little?” I asked as

bowed his head, allowing me a

same time, I thought of tying the string of the apron around his waist. Naturally, with the strings of

tying a knot, I heard him say from above my head, gently teasing, “You can hug me if you want to. It’s not going

pulled away from him and said sarcastically,

the kitchen; I didn’t want to

from him, I heard him yell out, “I need salt and chicken

there beside you. Can’t you see?” Those

should

finish, I turned around and handed him the salt jar

keep wanting to

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

for Dominic

and it smells

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

up straight out of the pan before he replied airily, “Why do you want to know?

rendered speechless

of my business. He probably learned to

say he would take up cooking lessons once we got married so that he could cook

cook, but the food he’s

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

hurriedly snapped myself out of it. I can cook for

hands. Before I entered the kitchen again, I asked Louis

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

instructed my brother to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had treasured for many years

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