Chapter 157 A Natural Talent for Cooking
I saw a sparkle in Atlas’s eyes when he saw the food I made. He took the knife and fork
from me to start
eating. He ate a lot this time, and I could tell he was starving. I stayed beside him and
looked at him with
my chin in my hand.
We locked eyes when he looked at me, asking. “Haven’t you seen enough of me? You have
a talent for
cooking, that’s for sure.”
1 smiled. “Thanks!”
I got up to clean the dishes, but he stopped me and held my hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I
can’t let that man
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I chuckled. “Get over it, okay? It was not that I had sex with him.”
it, didn’t
“You did think about it, didn’t you?”
I laughed, and he kissed me hard. “You’re mine, okay?”
“Hey!” I pulled away and palmed my lip when he bit it.
“That should teach you a lesson.” He removed my hand and kissed me again. “Does it still
hurt?”
I pouted. “Of course!”
After showering, he put on silk pajamas that looked great on him. They matched a long
nightgown he had
prepared for me, and I noticed they were a couple’s outfit. Everything felt so surreal.
Suddenly, I realized we weren’t in the same resort as I thought. I looked at the beautiful
yard and said, “Is
this your house? I thought it was a resort.”
“Well, it is a timeshare resort, so there aren’t many guests here. My house in Foswood
isn’t complete yet.
so I stay here for now.”
I leaned into him as we took a stroll. I noticed how nice he smelled.
“What time is it? I have to get going.” I said after hesitating for a long while.
“Do you have to be such a party pooper?” He gazed at me. “You have to stay here
tonight.”
But-
“No butts, okay? Didn’t you say you miss me?” He looked into my eyes. “Or you didn’t
mean it?”
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“Of course I did!” I retorted.
“What did you miss about me?” Atlas pursed his lips, eager for my answer.
My heart pounded, and I looked away. “I just missed you, okay?”
He chuckled and muttered, “Come on, I want to know.”
I blushed, wondering how such a bossy man could be so cheeky. Atlas turned me around
and held my face to look into my eyes, asking. “Are you shy or just feeling guilty for lying
to me?”
I
“I want to go home.” I tried to squirm free, but he wrapped his arms around me. “Not
without answering
me first.”
I leaned into him helplessly. “I don’t know.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You missed me but wanted to get rid of me, right?”
Stunned, I looked at him. I wondered how he could seemingly read my mind.