My Sweet Seduction novel Chapter 52

I STEPPED FORWARD to approach it, and I was immediately amazed at what I saw. It was a family picture—a teenage version of Lawrence with his mom and dad.

Now I am even more observant of how handsome he is even at a young age. I also take a short glance at his dad, who is almost a carbon copy of him. And his mom, she looks stunning wearing a white dress. There is also no denying her beauty and whiteness while smiling next to Lawrence.

I was shocked to hear the door open on my side. I immediately put down the frame I was holding and faced him. I watched his dark eyes looking hard at the frame I held earlier.

“Y-you have a beautiful family,” I commented.

He just nodded and stepped closer to me. He has not lost his dark look since before. So I awkwardly step back. I feel there is something wrong with what I did.

“I want to show you something,” he said as he passed me by.

Immediately my feet stepped to follow him. In a few moments, I was exposed to the grandeur of this kitchen.

My lips are amazed as I go around his kitchen, which has a professional design. I honestly was amazed by the costly furnishings and the tiniest touches. In particular, I am running my fingers over his clean granite countertops, some steel equipment that is not worth a joke.

“Your kitchen was nice,” I slowly utter.

“This is actually my favorite place, next to the bedroom.”

I leaned over and glanced at him, now wearing an apron. He became even hotter, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki shorts in his very manly and neatly way. The butterflies in my stomach also became naughty because of the attention I was giving to him.

“I hope you don’t mind I’m wearing this. I’m more comfortable wearing it when I’m at the kitchen,” he said with a half-grin face. He sounded apologetic, but I don’t even care. He still looks hot wearing his apron.

“Nope, you look really hot.”

I immediately averted my eyes after I said that. He chuckled lightly and walked toward me.

I quickly looked up at him in utter surprise. His eyes look intensely hot. He was a few more minutes in front of me as if I was not tired of staring. He licks his lower lip and exhales sharply.

“Alright, I’ll cook for our lunch. Stay there and relax.”

He quickly turned his back on me. On the other hand, I was just breathing well when he started to open the double door refrigerator, and one by one, the ingredients came out to cook.

“Do you do this often?” I immediately asked.

“Yes. Usually, when I come out of the office, I stay here sometimes. I cooked my own food every day.”

I nodded and chose to sit in the high chair as I watched him cook, but I could not sit still. Every time he turned around to face the granite counter, my heart almost jumped with excitement. His muscles protruded, and those blue corded veins show off no mercy.

As he slices the vegetables in front of me, my chest tightens even more. His lips move slightly in a sexy way. Even though his forehead was somewhat wrinkled, it’s still attacked me differently.

I was immediately able to sit up when I glanced at him. I cleared my throat and looked away. Gosh! I felt like I was profusely sweating when I sat down.

“Ah, maybe you’ve already tasted a lot of foods. How about your mom?” I say as I tried to strike a conversation.

He stopped for a moment in action and stared into my eyes. I swallowed hard. Again I feel like I said something wrong.

“She passed away when I was fifteen in a car accident,” he lowly said.

I bit my lip hard because of my straightforward question. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

He just shook his head, and then a frugal smile flashed on his lips. He turned his back on me again and continued cooking.

I felt awkwardly sitting in my seat. I think I was very complacent and thought about it. I also became very insensitive. It did hurt me that I did not even know anything about his personal life. Whether he has siblings or not or if his parents are still alive.

I looked down at the ring I was wearing. I bit down my lip hard. I gently caressed it. Am I right in accepting the ring I am wearing? Or should I think more often?