Sweet Subterfuge

Kevan had always been a good cook. But due to his busy schedule, he didn’t get many chances to cook.

Kevan unbuttoned his cults and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms. He also took off his wristwatch and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

Wendy was always concerned about the hygiene cloutside food. So, she would make dinner for Aster every day, no matter how busy or

tired she was. As a result, Kevan found the ingredients she had yet to use up from the fridge.

Yet, when Kevan took out the steak and large prawns from the freezer. Aster immediately showed a disappointed face.

“I don’t want steak or prawns for dinner,” he expressed his opinion.

Wendy’s home–cocked meals were limited. She would usually try by the steak a

and prawns in butter and sprinkle some black pepper on them.

be their usual dinner whenever she

tired of them.” Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced at the steak and

never asked her to change the menu. He would always eat

Daddy had said he would try to fulfill

there were only a few sweet potatoes and tomatoes lett. Wendy

supermarket was. Besides, it was too cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster out again after they had spent so much time getting him

try a different approach.” Kevan said, bending down and looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better than what your godmother makes.

his head, thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s

cut the steak into small pieces, skewering them with toothpicks. Then, he seasoned them with cumin and other spices. He sel them

them into pieces.

Wendy also used a knife when

with pride. This man was

not long after. Aster’s spirits dropped, and the brightness in his eyes laded.

Aster’s mocd. He set down the knife and waked over, squatting in front of