With All My Love
“What are you making, dear?”
Patrick clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his apron pockets. “Kimchi with rice, hotpot, grilled chicken, and mashed potatoes.” He rattled it off, like he was embarrassed to admit it. The aroma of spices and grilled meat drifted through the air. Annabelle bit her lip to keep from smiling. The sheer normalcy of it all was overwhelming. Susan beams, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Smells wonderful.”
Patrick ducked slightly, letting her, but his gaze flickered back to Annabelle for half a second before he turned toward the sink, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
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