Zhe’s POVHe sat across from me, pero kahit ganon, he still looked for every excuse to lean forward, to reach out, to sneak glances that made my chest tighten in all the best ways.He poured me a drink, then looked at me like he just enjoyed the view. Me. I was the view.“So… what’s on the menu, Chef Caleb?” I teased, raising a brow as I surveyed the table.He cleared his throat, proud but trying to play it cool. “Creamy garlic butter chicken, roasted veggies, and pasta. Manang handled the rice… and most of the hard stuff. I just stirred.”I let out a laugh. “Stirred?”He gave me a cocky grin, “Yah, it help a lot.”Oh my God, this man.And why do I’m blushing? Help.I picked up my fork, ready to take a bite, but he suddenly stood up and grabbed a spoon instead. He scooped some chicken, blew on it slightly, then leaned toward me, holding it up.“Tikman mo muna ‘to. Tell me if I stirred it right.”I blinked. “You’re feeding me?”“Bakit? Ayaw mo ba?” he asked, pretending to frown, pero h
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