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."

if he remembered something, he looked at me and his expression became

we talk for a

looked up at

finished speaking, his cell

at the caller

the expression on his face

answered the phone without

an urgent job, and the salary is two hundred yuan more than usual." "Sweetheart, just eat something

the way he always was when

this job," he continued, watching me carefully. "Let me make it up to you tomorrow-I'll take you out for a

he instinctively leaned over and

and walked

in a hurry, right?" I whispered. "Then

"Okay."

of the chair. He draped it over his shoulders

stayed where I was, still sitting on the bed, until my legs