"You're cooking?" Luke asked Freya as he entered the kitchen while she was standing in front of the gas stove, stirring the contents in the pot atop the stove.
"Yes, I told that I want to cook for you, but you keep having the maids cook all the time." She said in a pout, and his lips curved into a smile.
"I don't want to stress you. You leave early in the morning for work barely having enough time for breakfast and you come back in the late afternoon." He said as he walked closer to her.
She added in diced onions and carrots into the pot then closed the lid. She turned to face him while leaning against the sink that was adjacent to the stove. "Cooking for you won't stress me. I want to do that for you."
He reached where she was standing and stopped right in front of her, "That's what a wife says to her husband."
"Is that so?" She looked up at him as he placed his hands on both sides of her on the sink, locking her in his arms.
