Goodbye, My Love

Loraine’s face contorted into an amused expression, prompting a chuckle from her. “Can you even cook? Well, never mind. Just wait for me outside, and dinner will be ready shortly.”

She was hesitant to leave him alone in the kitchen. Knowing him, he might accidentally cut himself while chopping vegetables, and she would be the one dealing with the aftermath.

However, Marco was unwilling to back down. Having excelled in everything he pursued since a young age, he was confident that maneuvering in the kitchen couldn’t be that challenging.

Moreover, he sincerely wanted to do something for Loraine.

“If I don’t try, how will I know if I’m capable?” he countered, exerting pressure on the potato on the chopping board with an earnest expression, as though performing some crucial surgery.

For Loraine, cutting vegetables appeared effortless, as if the ingredients naturally aligned themselves into elegant and neat portions.

when he began to chop, he found the potato to be somewhat uncooperative, refusing

‘s

down the knife, succeeding

potato slices were jagged and uneven,

felt a blush of embarrassment creeping up

thumb and playfully ribbed, “Marco, your cutting skills are truly unique. Even basic

face reddened further,

cooking, and I admit I’m not adept at it, but if you’re willing to tutor me,

pushing his buttons

“Tutor you?

a fee involved for

voice carried a husky undertone as he proposed, “Then instruct me wholeheartedly, hand in hand. However, I’m