Chapter 10

Hogan’s POV

It was a jest.

The delicious meat I ate last night was only because I was hungry. That’s what I thought not until I had her food again.

When I was living alone, I only ate bland meat that I hunted myself. It tastes like my life. Bland, raw, disgusting, and worthless. I never felt happy during my meal.

But this woman’s cooking changed my perspective. I had long forgotten my childhood days with my parents. I was always looking forward to my mom’s cooking and the time when we would eat together in front of one table.

I thought I had erased everything. For I feel like I don’t deserve to remember good memories because of this damn curse.

Chewing the tender meat, I lifted my eyes towards the woman eating silently across from my seat. She kept on fidgeting her fingers. Her mouth opened, closed, opened, closed, opened, and closed several times as if she wanted to open an argument but failed to do so.

Feigning ignorance, I lowered my head and had another spoonful of the savo