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."

looked at me and

talk for a

looked up

finished speaking,

glanced at

moment, the expression on his

the phone without hesitation,

and the salary is two hundred yuan more than usual." "Sweetheart,

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

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

the phone, he instinctively leaned over

walked in front of

a hurry, right?" I whispered.

"Okay."

from the back of the chair.

I was, still sitting on the bed, until my legs were