By admin Hearing my husband’s inner voice Ch 2
In the kitchen, Mike had taken off his jacket, revealing a white sweater underneath.
I picked out a pink apron from the rack and tied it behind his back.
Mike was nearly 6’3″, making the apron look tiny and stretched tight across his frame.
His broad shoulders and narrow waist were perfectly defined.
I couldn’t help staring, and sneakily poked his stomach.
Damn, rock hard.Damn, rock
Mike was holding a spatula while examining recipes on the table, oblivious to my little touch.
His thick eyebrows were furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a rigid line, like he was facing a formidable enemy.
[Braised pork knuckle, red-braised pork belly, Dongpo pork… what are these dishes?]
[Sarah wants to stay in shape. She’ll be angry if I make these.]
[But I’ve never cooked before. What if I don’t follow the recipe and it tastes terrible?]
[If I refuse, will she get even angrier?]
[When she gets angry, she thinks about her ex. When she thinks about her ex, she’ll want a divorce.]
The playful expression froze on my face as my eye twitched slightly.
What the hell?
I’m not a kettle, always ready to boil over with anger.
Mike’s mind was running in circles, yet his face remained completely calm.
Only a drop of sweat slowly rolled from his forehead to the tip of his handsome nose.
I stood on tiptoe and gently wiped away his sweat with a tissue.
While he stood stunned, I took the spatula from his hand:
“It’s okay, I know you can’t cook. How about I cook for you instead? I’m a great cook!”
I took out another cookbook with lighter recipes from the cabinet.
Mike responded with a dazed “okay,” his almond-shaped eyes widening slightly.
But inside he was thinking:
[She smells so nice, that faint osmanthus scent, just like the perfume I gave her on her birthday.]
[Worth it that I bought her best friend the latest Maserati to get that perfume recommendation.]
[Three years of marriage, and this is the first time she’s been this close to me! Could she possibly… like me a little?]