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 have to yell

should have realized he’s

I then lifted the

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

little?” I

his head, allowing me a

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 heard him say from above my head, gently teasing, “You can hug me if you want to. It’s

him and

done, I moved to leave the kitchen; I didn’t

away from him, I heard him yell

beside you. Can’t you see?”

should get Mrs.

I turned around and handed him

wanting to call my mom?

my mom’s help, I remained in the kitchen. He would occasionally ask me to pass him condiments or plates, but other than that, we had nothing else to

long for Dominic to

and it smells delicious

know you could cook so well. When and where

he replied airily, “Why do you want to know? I didn’t learn to

rendered speechless

none of my business. He probably learned to cook

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

he’s a good cook, but the

and take the food out. I’ll tidy up the kitchen.” His words pulled

for myself, and my cooking

dishes in my hands. Before I entered the kitchen again, I

the kitchen, and we all sat

brother to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had treasured for many

of his. He had always