Arissa stired the pot as she prayed her cooking would not be in vain because it was already past eight pm and Nicklaus wasn't still back home.
She was tempted to call him but she immediately kicked against it. She haven't yet recovered from the yesterday rush of adrenaline she felt.
Tasting what she prepared, she loved the taste. She only pray Nicklaus won't give her some cold look for her strange attitude. If he does that to his mother, then who was she?
This was her first time cooking for him. The last time she offered him a plate, he had coldly rejected it and she could see more disaster on this.
She turned off the gas cooker before turning around to take the plates she kept on the kitchen island. Her hands about to pick up the plates froze when she saw Nicklaus before the door starting at her.
She blinked and stood transfixed staring at him.
