Semua Bab Alpha’s Regret After Choosing His Mistress Secretary: Bab 11

The pasta was taking longer than it should. A burning smell began to fill the kitchen, but Marcus seemed oblivious."The pot," I said quietly.He looked down in panic, quickly lifting the pan. The bottom was completely burned, the sauce a bitter, blackened mess."I can start over," he said frantically. "Give me five minutes—""Marcus, stop."But he was already dumping the ruined pasta into a bowl, his movements jerky and desperate."It's fine, it's still good. Try it."He set the bowl in front of me with shaking hands. The smell alone was enough to turn my stomach.I took a small bite to humor him. It was absolutely terrible—bitter, burned, underseasoned."How is it?" His eyes searched my face desperately."It's..." I couldn't bring myself to lie. "It's not good, Marcus."His face crumpled. He grabbed a spoon and tasted it himself, immediately wincing."I don't understand. I followed the same recipe. I used to make this perfectly.""That was twelve years ago.""I can try again. Let me