"What does she do after her evening walk?" Clark asked Evelyn dicing some vegetables.
"She usually eats before going for her evening walk but with everything going on, I couldn't make dinner."
"Let me help you with that," Clark took the knife from her and continued from where she stopped.
"You don't have to help me, I enjoy doing this," Evelyn shook her head in disapproval and wanted to collect the knife but Clark wasn't having it.
"I'm not helping you, I just want to cook for my sister," Clark said flatly and Evelyn blushed in embarrassment.
"If you say so. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Don't worry. What's Clarabelle doing?" Clark asked as he casually diced some carrots into fine cubes.
"She's having therapy with doctor Jerry. They'll be done soon." Evelyn leaned on the kitchen table and watched how Clark's hand swiftly worked with the knife. He looked so sexy with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
