Chapter 57

“Good evening, Olivia.” Dante said, cutting through my humming and whisking.

“Welcome home,” I dropped the bowl of a mixture of honey, vinegar, soy sauce, garlic, and other ingredients on the kitchen, and I spun around to see him standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

“You’re back earlier than I expected. Dinner will be ready soon.” I smiled, and a flash of surprise crossed his face.

“You’re not mad at me?” He asked, etching towards me like I was a some kind of ticking time bomb, and my eyebrows squished together.

“Um, no. Why would I be?” I frowned.

“I thought you were given the way you stormed away from me this afternoon.” He stood by my side and leaned against the island. “I thought I had done something wrong.”

“Oh no, you didn’t. I was just having a little internal crisis.” I picked up my oiled skillet and walked to the stove with Dante trailing behind me. “I’m sorry I made you think that way.”

“I’m glad we are still on good terms.” He said, donning a small, soft smile. The tens