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, so a kiss didn’t

were whirling but her mood was inexplicably

she didn’t have to worry about overstepping boundaries and could ask for

it was

he was in a

and said quietly, “Maybe you should put some ice on

“No need. Didn’t you

couldn’t help but

and leaned in, whispering. “Can we

at him, “What

to eat oxtail stewed in

eyelids twitched, “Do you think I’m a chef, capable of cooking anything?”

my heart, you’re better than a chef.

dish is complicated. It requires

my injury. Since we became friends, you’ve tripped or hit me you don’t make it up to me, I might not be

would say anything for food.

of cooking, she readily agreed, “III list the ingredients, you

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