I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 30

She had to get out of there. Bolting for the entryway, she frantically shoved her feet into her heels, throwing a panicked excuse over her shoulder. "Mr. Lawrence, I am so sorry. I have to go."

"I'm starving. Make me breakfast."

Tossing the demand over his shoulder, he strolled casually to the bathroom, leaving Sophie standing by the door in utter shock. Was she supposed to stay, or make a run for it?

Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel slung low around his waist. Finding her completely frozen in the exact same spot, he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you waiting for me to cook for you?"

"No!" she squeaked, aggressively staring at the floor to avoid looking at his dripping wet torso. She sprinted into the kitchen and started frantically tearing through his fridge.

She ended up making sandwiches that morning too. But as she was frying the eggs, the sound of him walking up behind her made her jump, and she accidentally splashed boiling grease onto her hand.

He had completely taken over. Grabbing a tube of burn cream, he carefully rubbed it into her skin, lifting her hand to blow gently on the reddened patch. "Why are you so clumsy?"

Her entire face—right up to the tips of her ears—burned crimson. Her skin tingled wildly where his fingers touched, shivering under the cool brush of his breath.

Even though his breath was cool, she felt absolutely scorched. Her heart was slamming so hard she thought her ribs were going to crack.

"Go sit down. I'll finish this."

He had effortlessly taken over the cooking. Sophie sat completely paralyzed at the island counter, staring blankly at his back.

He was tall, his movements fluid and efficient. The sheer definition of his back muscles flexing under the kitchen lights was completely mesmerizing.

Staring at him, all her treacherous brain could picture was the image of him dripping wet in that towel.

Her cheeks burned even hotter, and she swallowed hard. Was she literally drooling over her boss?

He slid a plate in front of her, snapping her out of her spiral.

It looked a hundred times better than the sad mess she had started.

"You actually know how to cook?" she blurted out, genuinely shocked. "I thought executives just ordered room service."

"I used to cook for my sister. Whenever the housekeeper took time off during school breaks, I was the one making dinner."

He took a bite of his own sandwich and nodded for her to dig in.

"Is it good?"

Sophie nodded enthusiastically.

He smirked, casually shifting gears. "Don't ever drink like that again. If you can get out of it, just refuse. You don't need to play human shield for me."

"Isn't that literally in my job description?" she asked, genuinely confused.

He just shook his head, a soft, amused huff escaping his lips.

She had seen him smile three times in a single day. Without even realizing it, she was grinning like an idiot too.

She rarely ever saw him smile. He was always either terrifyingly blank or scowling furiously. He never talked about anything except work, so she had always assumed he was just a soulless, corporate machine.

After they finished, she tried to grab the plates to wash them, but he blocked her hand. "Leave them. The maid will handle it later."

"Okay. I'll get going, then," she murmured, shuffling awkwardly back toward the door.

He didn't try to stop her. He just leaned against the counter, silently watching as she slipped on her shoes and left.

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