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.

their usual dinner whenever she returned

face. He glanced

her to change the menu. He would always eat both dishes.

linally here. And Daddy had said he would try to

searched the fridge for quite a while. But aside from the steak and prawns. there were only a few

around the place. Thus, he didn’t know where the supermarket was. Besides, it was too cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster out again after they had spent

Kevan said, bending down and looking Aster in the eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better than

thinking for a moment. He locked al Kevan’s genuine

spices. He sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the shrimp, peeled, and cut

them into pieces.

Iuld movements in awe. Wendy also used a knife when cooking. But she tended to cut things slowly, and the shapes and sizes of the ingredients often varied.

moment Aster felt overwhelmed with pride. This man was

and the brightness

down the knife and waked over,