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 returned home late.

of them.” Aster wrinkled his face. He glanced at the steak and prawns before turning away,

never asked her to

was linally here. And Daddy had said

the steak and prawns. there were only a few sweet potatoes and tomatoes lett. Wendy bought these for her diet

cold outside. He didn’t want to take Aster

eyes. He proposed. “I promise it taste better than what your godmother makes. How does that sound?”

a moment. He locked al Kevan’s genuine expression and replied. “Okay.”

pieces, skewering them with toothpicks. Then, he seasoned them with cumin and other spices. He sel them aside to marinate. Also, he deveined the

into

He sat at the kitchen doorway. He propped up his face with both hands, watching Kevan’s Iuld movements in awe. Wendy also used a

with pride. This man

long after. Aster’s spirits dropped, and the brightness in

He set down the knife and waked over, squatting