Mr. Anderson

"You heard me. You stay back while I do the cooking." Dante said to Mireille who was seated on the couch with a pout on her lips.

Dante leaned in closer and kissed her pouted lips.

"You made breakfast and lunch. I want to make dinner." she grumbled.

"It's too stressful for you. I will make dinner, when we are done eating. We could take a short walk for our baby's sake." he replied.

"Then let me just assist you. I could chop the vegetables and just a bit of other things."

"I will do everything myself. You've overworked yourself already."

"No, I haven't." she replied stubbornly.

"You do recall that I had to carry you here from the room? You weren't just limping, you could not even walk." Dante smirked.

"I can." Mireille blushed and hit his arm.

Dante chuckled, pulling away from her.

"Just stay here while I cook real quick." he turned to leave and just then the doorbell rang.

Dante paused and turned towards Mireille, raising a brow to ask if she was expecting anyone.

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