Sonia squirmed in embarrassment as she covered her burning face—an action that elicited a broader smile on Toby's face.
Though he wasn't sure what was on her mind, he could tell she was pleased with his body and it flattered his vanity.
"Enough of this. Stay here, and I'll make something for you in the kitchen," said Toby as he raised his head before he slightly tapped her on his head.
Sonia snapped out of the embarrassment at his light tap. Then, she cleared her throat and looked at him. "Do you know how to make wraps with ham and cheese?"
She had bought the wraps a long time ago. Sometimes when she returned home dog-tired and there was no one else, she would make a wrap instead of a cumbersome meal for dinner. Then, she would slump on the couch as she watched the television while enjoying the wrap and living the time of her life.
However, since they reconciled, it was either Toby fixing their dinner or they had it delivered from the hotel. It had been a while since she entered the kitchen.
Thus, the wraps were left untouched in the fridge all the while. Right now, Toby claimed he was going to make her wraps, but she was dubious whether he knew how to make it or not.
Even though he had the culinary skills, wraps were not an orthodox meal but a snack. Sonia bet he had not learned how to make it before. As an afterthought, she suggested, "If you don't know how to, I'll make it. You stay." Then, she was about to rise to her feet, only to be thwarted by Toby.
"Just leave it to me." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed her back on the couch. He gazed at her with a gentle smile. "I'll search up the recipe on the Internet. Trust me. There won't be any problem."
It usually took a glance at it for Toby to get the hang of something; thereby, he was confident with his skills.
Sonia smiled and sat on the couch with her mind at ease as she saw his confident look. "Fine. Since you already said that, all I can do is trust you, isn't it?"
He hummed as he nodded. "It'll only take a short while."
"Alright." She lifted her head and smiled at him.
He grabbed the apron that was hanging by the wall before entering the kitchen while she smiled in the direction he went, after which she turned to fix her gaze on the television screen.
The screen was all black as she did not turn on the television. Through the screen, she saw her reflection, and despite the smile on her face, her brows were slightly creased in concern.
Even though Toby did not care about the gown's condition because he was
well-off, that wasn't the case for her because she was penniless.
That gown ate into almost all of her savings. If it was really ruined, she would be devastated.
Sonia's brows furrowed as she sighed in frustration. Next, she averted her gaze and noticed an exquisite box on the table. She was puzzled. Since when was there a box on the table?
Almost immediately after that, she surmised that it was Toby who had brought it along as she recalled him giving a call in the afternoon. Perhaps he returned to Fuller Residence to get this?
In spite of her curiosity to know what was inside the box, Sonia had no means to open it.
They were a couple, but she nevertheless needed to respect his privacy. She would never check his stuff, including his phone, without his permission.
This was her principle as well as her trust in him. Since they had gotten together again, she should have faith in him. Sonia was willing to believe that he would never do anything that would hurt her.
After all, there were no secrets that time couldn't reveal. Should he wrong her, she would find out about it eventually.
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