Trisha promptly raised her hand, but seeing the handprint on his face, she hesitated.

She gently touched the imprint on Nicolas face and asked softly. “Does it hurt?”

A pang of bitterness hit Nicolas as he quietly replied, “It hurts, but it hurts more that you don’t care.”

“Was I wrong?” Trisha frowned. “Wasn’t it you who didn’t explain properly? I was distancing myself from you for your own good”

“It seems it was my mistake.”

“It was your mistake” Trisha wanted to say how dare you kiss me without warning, but thought better of it and kept it to herself

Because he shouldn’t have kissed her

She was a bit confused Why was she angrier at Nicolas words than his kiss?

because she didn’t see Nicolas as a man,

whirling but her mood was inexplicably

to

was

words were particularly pleasing when he was in a good mood.

at him and said quietly, “Maybe you should put some ice on your face, it looks uncomfortable.”

you say I have

couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can we make

at him, “What deal?”

want to eat oxtail stewed in red wine this weekend”

twitched, “Do you think I’m a chef, capable of cooking

grinned, “In my heart, you’re better than a chef. You’re

words She responded, “That dish is complicated. It requires a

my injury. Since we became

anything

evoke Trisha’s guilt. Despite the hassle of cooking, she readily agreed, “III list

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