Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 199 Too Intimate

Upon hearing that, I immediately headed downstairs. I had just exited the building when Natasha rushed over and linked her arm with mine.

"What took you so long?" Natasha asked, her lips forming into a pout.

I smiled and said apologetically, "I was caught up with something. I was just about to head down when you called me, though."

Natasha, with a flourish of self-entitlement, proclaimed, "I don't care! You'll have to prepare an elaborate dinner tonight to make up for this!"

I nodded helplessly and said, "You can rest assured that I'll make all your favorites."

I had been caught up with work recently, which resulted in me postponing Natasha's invitations several times.

I had promised to take Natasha out for dinner a couple of days ago, but it was put

on hold because Eric got injured. I felt bad about it, so after consulting with Eric, I extended an invitation to Natasha for a meal at our place, where I would personally cook for her to make amends.

I came home to find Eric seated comfortably on the couch, reading a book.

kitchen after exchanging a quick greeting with

then whispered with a mischievous grin, "Is it just me, or does Eric look even more dashing in his home clothes than

in suits at formal gatherings, it was Natasha's first time

look at Eric, who was seated on

suddenly looked up from his book, causing

averted my gaze and muttered, "I guess he's alright. I've gotten used

as she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! You're totally blowing it! He's leagues beyond Jeremiah! I always questioned your judgment after you got together with Jeremiah back then. Now that you've found someone as good-looking as Eric, I can't believe

mischievous grin and whispered, "Come on,

silent for a moment as I struggled to formulate a

whispered, "I think he likes you! I mean, ever since you got back, he has already stolen a few glances at you. I'm telling you, I'm

don't you go out for a stroll? I need

since we last saw each other, so I just want to have a little chat with you. You do your cooking. I won't get

the end,

kitchen.

on

she began

often Eric glanced in our direction, which induced