Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Did you come to explain the relationship you share with your girl.friend?

"What are you doing in the kitchen? Didn’t I ask you to leave the kitchen chores to the people appointed?" Ryan’s voice came so unexpectedly that it made Zenith flinch, almost turning the pan in the wrong direction.

"Ah," she cried, dropping the cookware over the cooktop and stepping back.

Ryan hadn’t expected it to turn like that. He rushed to her side only to find the skin of the back of her hand all red. "You got yourself burned," he said, his hand moving to turn off the flame before holding her hand to check carefully. "How could you be so careless while working in the kitchen?"

"I ... I just got surprised. I didn’t think you would come out so soon." She stuttered out of nervousness mixed with the sting she was feeling from the burn.

Ryan glared at her, before taking her to put her hand down the running water. She winced and tried to pull back, but he held her hand firm.

"Keep it under the water," he said sternly, after which Zenith couldn’t defy.

She simply stared at her hand, which remained in his hold, down the running water. It made her heart flutter a little, but then she reminded herself that the one she was thinking of was a man out of her league ... her boss.

"Sir, I think it’s better now," she said, trying to pull her hand again, but the moment Ryan glared at her, she halted, hesitating again.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and she barely nodded. "Fine, then, go out and sit in the living room. I will be there in a second."

She opened her mouth to refuse, but seeing his brows furrowing, she nodded and left as asked.

And as he had promised, in a few seconds, he came with a first aid box in his hand.

She scooted a little in her seat and extended her hand out to take the box from him. "I can do it by myself."

"How?" he asked back, sitting beside her and opening the box to get the ointment out. Gazing at her, he added with a serious tone, "You burnt your right hand."

Zenith looked down at her hand and pursed her lips.

Ryan waited for a few seconds to hear her retort. But when nothing came, he simply reached out, took her hand carefully in his and then spread the gel over the reddened skin.

She winced a little, and he moved down to blow over. She paused at his gentle gesture, not quite able to react.

"Is it still making you uncomfortable?" he asked.

Zenith didn’t understand. "Huh?" Her thought was having so much that she couldn’t understand what Ryan had been referring to.

"The burn," he said, asking again, "Is it feeling better?" His voice was softer than usual.

She nodded.

And he gazed back down at the infected area. "Fortunately, the oil wasn’t that hot. It won’t give you blisters. This redness will get soothed out by morning."

She hummed, not quite in response to his words. But rather in response to the gentle expression he held at that moment.

"What were you doing in the kitchen?" he asked, turning to keep the ointment back in the first aid box. He waited to hear her reply.

But he only heard her hum in response. Ryan turned to look back at her, finding her in a daze.

He frowned. "I asked you something?"

Zenith blinked. "Sorry, sir," she quickly said before replying, "I was making something for dinner."

"But didn’t I say the people come to prepare it?" he then looked at the dining table, where the food seemed to be kept prepared. "Someone had already prepared it. Then why did you do it again?"

She hesitated a little. "Sir ... the dinner prepared had sesame."

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