"Dinner?" Theodore's heart sank. He had never set foot in a kitchen, let alone tried to cook anything. Bella had chosen the perfect punishment, and now he was stuck.
How was he supposed to pull this off? But he knew he had to at least try. He wanted to make things right with her, to earn her forgiveness.
Forcing a smile despite the nervous flutter in his chest, he nodded. "Okay, I'll cook," he said, trying to sound confident. "You must be tired from your journey. Rest for a while. I'll go prepare dinner for you."
He quickly left the room before Bella could say anything else.
Bella raised an eyebrow as he watched him leave. She had never seen him enter the kitchen before. "Does he even know cooking?" She couldn't help but wonder.
The eagerness on his face had been hard to miss. Maybe he did know a thing or two. She shrugged, amused.
