After arriving home from the hospital, Wynonna had her lunch and then went to the kitchen to bake some cookies to give to Michael Langston as a thank-you gift.
She was a rich little girl who never had to do any household chores. Now, after going through a period of hardship, her cooking skills had improved a lot.
The sweet fragrance of milk wafted out of the oven. Wynonna put on oven gloves, opened the oven, and admired her handiwork.
"I don't like sweets." Shane's deep, masculine voice suddenly rang out.
Wynonna turned her head around and saw him standing by the kitchen door with his arms crossed.
"I'm not baking them for you," she said, looking at him incredulously.
Why does he think it's all about him? she wondered.
"Then who are they for?" Shane's face visibly darkened immediately.
