JASON
Jason got done showering. With a white towel tied around his waist. He stared at himself in the mirror. He began to admire his features. The fact that his mate wasn't head over heels for him, disturbed him.
If there should be anyone who should be crazy about him, then it should be his mate. Well, that won't be a problem because she's in for his seduction.
He slowly walked out of the room to the sitting room where he thought she would be. Fortunately for him, she seemed to be in the kitchen.
"I'm making pasta, will you have some?" How can he refuse? He walked into the kitchen where she was making the pasta. Standing at the door, he found her so engrossed with her cooking. Her white hair was tied up in a ponytail. The front part of her hair seemed to cover the left side of her face, thereby blocking his view from seeing her face properly.
