"Hi!"
Sasha turned to look at Jennifer.
"Don't forget about the appointment at the Son Villa. I'll send someone to pick you up."
"There's no need. I won't forget."
Sasha replied before she hung up hurriedly.
"I'm dead…" Jennifer exclaimed as she lost the game that round.
After lunch, Jennifer rested leisurely at Sasha's apartment. The former leaned against the couch lazily while the latter lay on the carpet, not caring about their image at all.
"I don't feel like leaving tonight. Besides, I have what I want for dinner in mind already—"
"I have plans later," interrupted Sasha, who immediately came up with an excuse. "I've to meet with my co-workers tonight."
"Okay." Jennifer nodded and said. "Sasha, Feel free to share your work problems with Ryan. He will surely help you." Jennifer added.
At her words, Sasha nodded with a smile. After a while, Jennifer got up to pack the leftover pork ribs with smoky barbecue sauce and baked chicken wings into containers.
Then, she noted, "Since you're not gonna have dinner here tonight, I'll not let the dishes go to waste. So, I've decided to finish them at home."
"Is this necessary?"
"Of course! I'll never say no to delicious food!"
After sending Jennifer, Sasha clothed in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Looking formal and proper, she headed out in satisfaction.
As expected Ryan was waiting for her. Sasha awkwardly headed to the kitchen and started cooking. Frankly, being able to cook in a huge kitchen with the latest cooking equipment was something enjoyable to her.
Ryan could be seen across a layer of transparent glass as he leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, looking stylish and unrestrained.
He stared at Sasha with a gentle gaze, unlike his usual cold and sharp gaze.
As she was staring attentively at the pot of fish stew, she was startled by the arms that wrapped around her waist from behind, without warning.
Instinctively, she turned her head back to glare at the person behind her with surprise and anger.
She then spun around to focus on the fish stew, pretending that he was not there.
Ryan curled his lips and bent forward to place his chin on her shoulder. His scorching breathing blew past her ear. Then, he took a deep breath.
"It smells good!"
Immediately, she turned around and went to another area to prepare other dishes. So, Ryan had no choice but to let her go.
Although she was free from his reach, she could feel his menacing stare on her back.
Ryan could not hold his hand back from touching her waist, then slowly moving downward.
"Ryan Shore!"
Sasha snapped.
"Please, let me cook!"
"Aren't you cooking right now?" Ryan shrugged.
Sasha shoots him a glare with a kitchen knife in her hand, clearly warning him to stop it.
Ryan with a smile stretched his hand to grab her wrist to make her release the knife. He then lowered his head to peck on her lips. Following that, he spun around and went upstairs after exiting the kitchen.
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"Is there anything else you want me to do other than cooking to thank me?" Ryan sat down to dig in the food.
"What is that?" Sasha asked.
"You know...." Ryan pushed a thin smile.
Sasha bit her lips in response. After a while, she retorted, "Didn't I thank you already? Making you a meal is the way I show my gratitude."
With a subtle smile, Ryan remarked, "It is only for this time. What about those before these?"
His deep voice and intense gaze as dark as the abyss caught her attention. One glance at him, and she was bewitched and immersed in it.
"It's getting late. I'm leaving now," She turned to leave, but it was raining outside. It looked like the rain would only get heavier.
It was impossible to get a cab around the villa, and even if she called for one, she would have to walk to the gate, which was a considerable distance on foot.
She hesitated, and stared at Ryan awkwardly, "Ryan, Can you send me off?"
But Ryan responds sternly, "You'll be sleeping here tonight."
"Huh?
Sasha froze in shock and hurriedly refused, "No, that wouldn't be appropriate."
"You're my girlfriend. What's so inappropriate about that?" Ryan continued, "What's more, how could I let you go home alone in this weather? What would others think?"
"That's why I am asking you to send me off. And who would think? No one knows about us."
Ryan's eyes flashed icily. "Then, everyone will know about us."
"Ryan!" Sasha snapped.
"Take that guest room downstairs," Ryan said. He stared at her and added, "Did you think you were going to get to sleep in the master bedroom? Or worse, sleep with me?" Ryan raised an eyebrow.
She stared wide-eyed at him as her face flushed from embarrassment.