Our gazes collided, and his eyes scanned me slowly, carefully, as though I had caught him naked. His jaw tightened, his lips pressed into a line, and there was a flicker of embarrassment he was trying to hide.I swallowed hard, my heart hammering.“Good morning,” I said softly, my voice cracking from nerves.He didn’t reply immediately. He placed the knife down, straightened his posture, and looked at me with those piercing eyes.Finally, in his controlled tone, he said, “You should be resting.”“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stepping further into the kitchen. I tried to act normal. I reached for the counter as if to help.“I can do it myself,” he said sharply.“Yeah, I see how you’re doing it,” I said, amused, glancing at the disaster in the pot.Before he could insist, I had already dipped the spoon in and tasted the sauce. The taste hit me like a punch and I almost spat it back.“Who puts mayonnaise inside chicken sauce?” I blurted, laughing.“Whatever,” he muttered, pretending to ign
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