Pampered by him.

Lucia sits on a wooden chair in the kitchen watching Ricardo cook. "I noticed we were the only ones in the house, you live alone?" She asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ricardo retorted immediately.

"What about your parents and family?" She asked again and took a bite from the apple she took from the fridge earlier.

"My parents are dead, they died a long time ago," Ricardo said with a frown, clenching his fist tightly. It was obvious he didn't like talking about it. Maybe it was part of what made him cold-hearted. Lucia thought. he always had an unhappy face, she had never seen him smile. Just brief grins and smirks. He must have had a hard life in the past and she wished to know about it. It must be one of the reasons why he cooks so well. growing up by himself, He must be the one who had to cook all his dishes.

Soon, Ricardo was done preparing the food and Lucia offered to assist him to clean up the kitchen.

"There's no need, I'll do that myself after eating, wait at the dining while I ser