Edward turned around. "Go lie down on the couch for a bit. It'll be ready soon."
"No." Janice's voice was husky and soft, dangerously seductive.
She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Edward, you look so good."
His hand paused in the middle of cutting vegetables. "You've told me before."
Janice tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked on him as if nothing else in the world existed. "I really, really like you."
Her feelings for Edward hadn't come out of nowhere.
When she left Refined Threads Co., she had to endure one of the darkest, most difficult periods of her life. And through it all, Edward had been there protecting her, never leaving her side. That kind of assurance… she had never felt it before.
She trusted him completely and without hesitation. She knew he would never hurt her and would always protect her.
Edward exhaled softly, giving up on cooking. Lowering his head, he placed a soft kiss at the corner of her lips and coaxed her, saying, "Be good. Go sit down, okay?"
But the next second, Janice stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him instead. She whispered, "But I don't feel like sitting right now."
That was all it took for Edward to abandon all restraint. Gripping her waist, he lifted her and carried her straight to the bedroom.
He washed his hands at record speed, then walked back into the room. He yanked off his tie and pinned her down before she could even sit up.
"Then how about I eat first and you eat after?"
Janice let out a soft, breathy laugh as she tugged at his shirt and pulled him closer.
Edward's gaze darkened.
…
At 12:30 am, Janice finally made her way—slowly and sluggishly—to the kitchen. Her cheeks were still flushed, her expression irresistibly tempting.
Edward had just finished plating the food. "Go sit down."
She leaned lazily against the kitchen doorway, tilting her head with a playful smile, not moving.
Edward glanced at her once, then walked over while balancing the dish in one hand and scooping her up with the other.
Janice let out a startled yelp.
At the dining table, he suddenly said, "When I have some free time, you should teach me how to crochet."
"Hm?" Janice blinked, surprised. "Why do you want to learn that?"
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