Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows novel Chapter 15

"Besides, I've already pocketed your 'protection fee.' What are you worried about?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye.

I sniffed, glancing up at him with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. He hadn't asked for anything yesterday.

As if to confirm his point, he casually pulled out that crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket, letting it rest in his palm for a moment before tucking it back away.

He took my hand gently, leading me downstairs to the kitchen, where the light was still on. The pressure cooker was keeping a pot of chicken soup warm.

"My mom left this for you," he said softly.

That’s when it hit me—I must have been a terrible actor. For years, my parents had never seen through my facade, but he did. I realized then that some people look with their eyes, and others with their hearts.

"My cooking's nothing fancy. How about some chicken noodle soup?" he suggested.

I nodded like a bobblehead, eager and grateful.

"Take a seat and relax," he instructed. The kitchen quickly filled with steam as he cracked a window to let in the cool breeze.

The noodles were ready in no time, served in a bowl that seemed big enough for two.

"Think you can finish it?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

I assured him I could.

"Too much or not enough?" he pressed.

"Just right," I replied confidently.

Suddenly, I felt a playful flick on my forehead—it didn’t hurt but it was loud enough to make me flinch.

Squinting slightly, he asked again, "Too much or not enough?"

Sheepishly, I admitted, "Too much."