Sierra was busy getting dinner ready and doing meal prep.
Nicholas watched her slender fingers as she rinsed the vegetables, then moved in beside her when she started chopping. At this moment, his mood became complicated.
“You’ve been cooking for yourself this whole time?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Sierra nodded.
“Let me hire a housekeeper for you,” Nicholas suggested.
“It’s fine.” Sierra refused without a pause, her movements quick and proficient. “This is a good chance for me to grow.”
Nicholas fell quiet for a moment, then took the knife from her hand. “Let me.”
“I said I’d treat you. How does it make sense for you to be the one cooking?” Sierra really did want to cook for him.
“I’m afraid your food will poison me.” With her and Holly, Nicholas almost always talked like this, always bickering. “I should cook, it’s safer that way.”
Sierra shot back, “Like your cooking couldn’t poison me?”
“I happen to have a chef’s license,” Nicholas said.
Sierra stared at him, doubtful. She didn’t believe it until she watched him churn out dish after dish, all of them looking and smelling amazing.
Nicholas slid one of the dishes in front of her, confidence written all over him. “Try it. See if it’s better than yours.
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Sierra picked up a bite with her fork.
Her eyes widened. The taste surprised her.
“Well? Isn’t it ridiculously good?” Nicholas sounded very sure of himself.
He was picky about food, and Sierra and Holly never disagreed with anything he thought tasted good. He had put in a lot of effort into his cooking, hoping that one day he could win her over through her stomach
Sierra gave him a thumbs–up. “Not bad!”
Nicholas grinned, even more pleased with himself.
Sierra carried each dish to the table, then brought out two plates and pairs of spoons and forks. Just as they were about to eat, someone knocked on the door.
Nicholas stood and went to open it. “Who is it?”
He pulled the door open and saw John’s tall figure outside, standing there with his usual cool expression, his eyes calm even when he saw Nicholas.
Nicholas immediately slammed the door.
John braced his hand against it, and Nicholas pushed with all his strength. Back and forth they went, and the door did not budge.
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“What are you doing?” Sierra was done with setting up the table and saw Nicholas straining to hold the door shut. “Who’s outside?”
The words had barely left her mouth when John suddenly put more force behind his hand, and the door swung wide open.
Nicholas stared, stunned. He had been using every bit of strength, but John still had strength to spare?
“What are you doing here?” Sierra wasn’t thrilled to see John.
“Tommy wants his frog pajamas.” John reached for the first excuse that came to mind. He had memorized everything in this place after his last visit. “I came to pick it up.”
Sierra didn’t believe him at all.
John stepped inside without looking around.
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