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.

help. You don’t

realized he’s a rascal with tricks up

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

tall — I couldn’t reach the top of his head. I can’t put on the apron if

a little?” I asked as I tugged

turned his head and looked at me before he bowed his head,

the same time, I thought of tying the string of the apron around his waist. Naturally, with the strings of the apron in both my hands, I wrapped my arms around his

knot, I heard him say from above my head, gently teasing, “You can hug me if you want

him and said

leave the kitchen; I didn’t want to stay around him for too

steps away from him, I

you. Can’t you see?” Those items were

should get

around and handed him the

wanting to call my mom? He’s

in the kitchen. He would occasionally ask me to pass him condiments or plates, but other than that, we had nothing else to say to each

take long for Dominic to

it smells delicious

didn’t know you could cook so well. When and where did

the pan before he replied airily, “Why do you want to

was rendered speechless by

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

were together, Dominic used to say he would

good cook, but the food

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

snapped myself out of it. I can cook for myself, and my cooking is not any worse

with two dishes in my hands. Before I entered the

kitchen, and we all sat down at

instructed my brother to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that

his. He had