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.

dinner

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

never asked her to change the

linally here. And Daddy had said

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

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

looking Aster in the eyes. He

for a moment. He

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

into pieces.

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

with pride. This man was skilled, and he was

and the brightness in his eyes laded.

sensed the shilt in Aster’s mocd. He set down the