Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle
Alaric listened quietly, his attention fixed on him as if nothing else existed.
I turned back to the pantry deciding on what else to make. “Fine, fried noodles it is,” I murmured..It was quicker anyway.
I boiled water, added the noodles. Drained it and moved through the steps stirring and adding ingredients without thinking too much. Still, I could feel it, two pairs of eyes on me the entire time, one was curious while the other one was unreadable.
Within minutes, I plated two servings. I placed one in front of Alaric. “We’re out of bread, so this will have to do. It should be easier to eat.” I gave him a brief explanation.