Persephone followed Callum's gaze and swallowed the piece of bacon that got stuck in her throat when she noticed Santiago's piercing gaze settling on her face. However, he didn't say or do anything. He just walked to the kitchen and made his own coffee before taking a chair between Callum and Persephone.
None of them spoke from the time their gaze fell on him to him sitting between them.
Why were they feeling guilty?
As if their behaviour didn't bother him, Santiago turned his head to look at her and found her plate loaded with bacon and eggs with no vegetables in sight. He simply asked her, "This was cooked by callum?"
Persephone blinked her eyes. "How do you know?"
"You can't cook, dear wife," Santiago replied as a matter of fact. "Except for the stuff you mix with Nutella of course." He had noticed that she had done another experiment with Nutella once again.
What was this woman's obsession with that spread?
