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.

okay. I’ll help. You don’t

it. I should have realized he’s a

I then lifted the halter

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

little?” I asked as I

looked at me before he bowed his head, allowing me a chance to throw the apron’s neck halter over his

the strings of

teasing, “You can hug me if you want to. It’s not

away from him and said sarcastically, “You’re

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

take two steps away from him, I heard him yell out,

see?” Those

should get

finish, I turned around and handed him the salt jar and chicken

wanting to call

to actually get 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

take long for Dominic to

it smells

you could cook so well. When and where did you learn how to cook?”

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

rendered speechless by

my business. He probably

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

the

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

 I can cook for myself, and my cooking is not any worse

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

the kitchen, and

to bring out his best Bordeaux wine that he had

former student of his. He had always been reluctant to drink it, so it was rather surprising for