Ice and Fire novel Chapter 721

Greg returned home to find Violet snoozing on the ample bed. Tiptoeing softly over, he bent down to rest his head alongside hers, gazing at her as she slept. "Sweetheart, I'm home. Are you awake, sleepyhead?" he whispered gently.

"Hey honey," she mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I felt a little drowsy, I must have dropped off," she grinned, blinking at him.

"When did Aunt Selina leave?" Greg asked, as he leaned over to stroke Violet's hair.

"Oh, she left a while ago, a few hours now I'd say. Have you just returned from work now?" Violet asked.

"Go back to sleep, love. I'll make some dinner for us," Greg cooed as he smiled at her and moved some sleep-tousled hair out of her eyes. His love for this woman was so deep that he would let her do anything she desired.

"No, no, I'm awake now. I'll help you, darling," Violet said and smiled, eager to help Greg however she could.

As Violet sat up in the bed, Greg could see her enthusiasm, so he nodded to her to follow him.

They clasped hands as they walked towards the kitchen together. Greg was the chef in the house, but he loved having Violet around to help. They made a good team.

"When I lived with Uncle and Aunt, I often helped Grandma cook," Violet said proudly.

"Oh yes, washing vegetables and serving everyone, I guess?" Greg returned. There was a smile in his voice, but he wasn't being unkind. He knew his wife wasn't a good cook, but she didn't seem to realise that.

"You're so annoying!" Violet said as she pouted prettily,"Why do you always have to say that?" She turned away, pretending to be mad at him.

"What? Me? I'm just being honest," Greg laughed, as Violet resisted his attempt to cuddle her.

"How dare you tease me?" she responded in mock fury, a smile playing on her lips. "Did I say you were allowed to tease me? You naughty man!" Violet continued as she wagged her finger at him. She spun away from him, hands on hips. She fixed Greg with a stern look, as if he had committed a crime.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Greg yielded while putting his hands up, playing along. "It's all my fault, I must apologize. You go wash your hands, wait and see what I make for you. Go on, take a seat in the dining room, my love," he coaxed her.

"Smart boy! I look forward to dinner. But just so you know, if I don't like it, you'll have to prepare it all over again," she teased, leaving the kitchen.

Greg gave her a winning smile as he murmured,"Oh, you'll enjoy it. Just wait and see."

Shortly after, Greg entered the dining room brandishing his dish of the day. He spotted Violet's admiring look, before she could hide it, and couldn't help but ask,"So, what do you think?"

"Not bad, I suppose," she remarked, trying to suppress her desire to dive right in.

"Not bad? Seriously? I think you'll find it's delicious!" He looked at her a little defiantly, as he dug in.

"Oooh, you're confident, I'll give you that. Well, the food is good, but I wouldn't say it's delicious," she said mischievously. "I honestly think you will do better, next time," she went on, winking at Greg.

"Ah, now I get it. You won't say it's delicious, because you just want me to keep cooking for you," he said casually, picking up another tasty mouthful.

"Ha! You got me! My husband is so smart," Violet praised him, grinning as she took another bite.

Suddenly, Violet's mobile phone let out a melodic ring. She placed her chopsticks on the table, whilst frowning at the screen. She smiled as she recognised the number.