After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 62

The room was so small that there was almost no space in the kitchen opposite the bed.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the steam was rising, blurring the edges of the dim space.

Parks stood by the stove, wearing only a white vest, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and his muscles trembling with every move.

He threw the pasta into the boiling water skillfully, and his rhythmic movements were almost calming.

"Tonight, I'm going to make your favorite tomato pasta." He said, with a hint of playful warmth in his voice. Then he turned around, frowned his black eyebrows, and showed a mischievous expression. "You'd better eat two bowls, otherwise you'll be in trouble tonight."

There was not even a decent dining table in the room.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at him as usual.

It's hard to believe that a person who was born rich and was pampered and admired by those around him could act this drama so realistically.

Parks came over with a bowl, and his tone was very gentle, "Be careful of your hands."

he remembered something, he looked at me and his

can we talk

looked up

speaking,

glanced at

moment, the expression

phone without

two hundred yuan more than usual." "Sweetheart, just

voice was as gentle as ever, warm and coaxing, the way he always was

carefully. "Let me make it up to you tomorrow-I'll take you out for a

instinctively leaned over and prepared to kiss

walked in

hurry, right?" I whispered. "Then let's

"Okay."

of the chair. He draped it over

was, still sitting on the bed, until my legs