The Wrong Woman

Sienna didn't know what type of men she liked before, but now she knew. She was into men like Daniel.

It wasn't because of his personality that made her like him. It was because she liked him, so she also liked his personality.

Sienna shyly hooked her arms around his neck. She whispered, "I'm into men like you, very straightforward in relationships." Daniel gazed intensely at her flushed cheeks, her clear big eyes, and her soft lips.

Without realizing it, he felt a dryness in his throat.

After clearing his throat, he lifted her up by her hips and gently said in his magnetic voice, "Let's have dinner. If we don't do something else to distract ourselves, I'll end up eating you." Sienna shyly leaned on his shoulder.

Daniel carried her to the dining table and put her down. Looking at the beautifully arranged dishes, he praised, "Your cooking skills are really good. Even before tasting it, the presentation alone makes my mouth water."

Sienna happily sat down to serve him some soup.

Daniel also sat down. After taking a bite with his fork, he praised, "So delicious! I didn't know you were such a good cook."

the food made Sienna feel

was just a simple home-cooked meal, made with ordinary ingredients

were barbecue pork loin chops, tomato chèvre tart, grilled eggplants,

as it was a delicacy and he

my cooking is delicious, why don't you want me to cook

saying, "If you really enjoy cooking and consider it a hobby without feeling tired, then I'm okay

passionate about, day after day, year after year, constantly doing the same thing, wasting your time and leaving you feeling drained, then what's

hand. He softly murmured, "Sienna, I can provide for you. Don't push yourself

lips, Sienna smiled lightly

and then continued to eat

soup. At that moment, Daniel curiously asked,

quickly covered her mouth and turned away to

cutlery and moved closer to her. He gently patted

Sienna forced a smile. She slowly looked toward Daniel and asked, "Why do you want to know my pen name?" Furrowing his brow, Daniel responded, "Your job is writing, and you're my girlfriend. Isn't it strange if I