Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Chapter 318

What was for dinner? She felt a wave of nervousness when he arrived. Her breathing became uneven as he leaned down. But eventually, he pulled her out of bed and guided her to the dining room, where a steaming plate of pasta awaited.

Vespera glanced at the pasta and then the spread of dishes on the table, feeling bewildered.

"Did you make this?" she asked.

Dominic sat down across from her. "I magically summoned it," he replied.

Vespera was taken aback. "You can cook!" she exclaimed.

Dominic gave a slight smile. "Not at all. As a privileged young man, I'm usually so clueless that I can't even tell sugar from salt. I didn't know you needed to add water to pasta, and I couldn't even figure out how to turn on the gas stove. It took me a while to get past these hurdles."

Vespera fell silent, picking up her utensils to eat quietly. The food tasted fine— neither extraordinary nor noticeably flawed. She refrained from showing any surprise or excitement, fearing his teasing. Hadn't Raymond always taken care of him? Did he really need to cook on his own?

Dominic seemed to read her thoughts. "Vespera, there are cooking tutorials on the Internet. I just learn quickly. Don't overthink it."

"You're really impressive," Vespera said sincerely.

smile was playful. "I'm good at

"Enough

up. You need to be strong enough

went down the wrong way, and turned her face

so thrilled just because you're asked to massage my wrist?" Dominic poured her a

a hot pack along with his hand. Vespera held the hot pack, staying silent for three seconds before grasping his hand and giving his

"Alright..."

her hand. He traced the veins on her palm with his fingertips, a gentle yet firm motion

bit

unconsciously clenched her legs,

the heat rise to

you've been so diligent in helping me with the treatment. Now

just run a

need for you

be so

fragrant pillows. His gentle yet passionate kiss

and earth swept over snow-capped mountains, skimmed across wheat fields, and churned the sea into towering