Love the Second Time Around Novel

Chapter 62 Devious

He leaned in and lifted my chin with his finger before saying in a captivatingly low voice, “We’re both single. So what if she gets the wrong idea?”

I was stunned, and my heart began pounding away. What does that mean? Does he want to get back together with me?

I looked deeply into Dominic’s eyes, trying to gauge the meaning behind his words.

But before I could read him clearly, he let go of me and pushed me aside.

With arms folded across his chest and a smile on his lips, he said, “What’s with that look? It’s just tongue-in-cheek. Could it be that you still have feelings for me?”

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment when I realized he was just playing with me.

“In your dreams. I don’t have any more feelings for you.”

Back then, he was the one who had betrayed me. I would be crazy to have any more feelings for him.

I thought Dominic would snap at me, but he only glanced at me coldly before turning around to put the pan on the burner and turn the stove on.

I pursed my lips and kept quiet. Once he figured out the breach of contract, we would go our separate ways.

I watched him heat the pan with oil and brown the meat over high heat before stirring in the greens. Honestly, I did not think that he could actually cook.

He was a jerk through and through. Back then, he not only pretended to be handicapped, but he also insisted I prepare three meals a day for him when he could have done it himself.

Obviously, he was capable of doing everything on his own. It was a wonder why he still had me at his beck and call.

“Help me with the apron.”

Although I heard him, I didn’t move a muscle. Instead, I looked at the apron my mother had placed on the table earlier and said, “Put it on yourself.”

With the spatula in his hand, Dominic turned his head and glanced at me. He scowled icily, “Fine then. If you’re not helping, I’ll ask Mrs. Zanetti for her help.”

After he said that, he turned his head and looked at the kitchen’s entrance. He really had the intention of calling my mother for help.

don’t have to

I should have realized he’s a rascal with tricks up his

took the apron and walked up to him. I then lifted the halter neck strap of the apron, about

of his head. I can’t put on the apron if he doesn’t bend over

you bend your knees a little?” I

he bowed his head, allowing me

of the apron around his waist. Naturally, with the strings of the apron in both my

from above my head, gently teasing, “You can hug me if you want to. It’s not going to

and said sarcastically, “You’re such

kitchen; I didn’t want to stay

away from him, I heard him yell out, “I need

Can’t you see?” Those items were there within

I should get

he could finish, I turned around and handed him the

does he keep wanting to call my mom?

ask me to pass him condiments or plates,

for Dominic to finish

good, and it smells

and where did you learn how

dished the food up straight out of the pan before he replied airily, “Why do you want to

was rendered speechless

right. It’s none of my business. He probably learned

me bitter. When we were together, Dominic used to say he would take up cooking lessons once we got married so that he could cook for me every

good cook, but the

out. I’ll tidy up the kitchen.” His words pulled me out of my melancholy

for myself, and my cooking is not any worse than

the kitchen with two dishes in my hands. Before I entered the kitchen again, I asked Louis to help

Dominic came out from the kitchen, and we all sat down at the

to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had treasured for many years from the

a former student of his. He had