Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Ease With Jason

Eira’s POV

When we were ready to leave, my gaze drifted back toward the kitchen.

"What happened?" Roman asked gently. "Do you want to eat something?"

I shook my head. "I’m full. We just had breakfast."

He studied me again. "Then...?"

"Umm..."

"I will get it," Jason said, already heading toward the kitchen. "One batch is left."

He understood without me even saying it aloud. I turned to Roman and admitted quietly, "I just wanted to take some cookies along for the ride."

He smiled softly. "Of course."

Jason returned a moment later with a neatly packed box. When we sat in the car, he handed it to me without a word.

On my birthday, I found myself reconnecting with fragments of my past, and somehow it had all begun with these cookies.

I still remembered the day Jason and I had tried to recreate them together, when I struggled to recall the recipe and we failed miserably.

(Flashback days before)

I had just woken from my afternoon nap and wandered into the drawing room. Feeling like snacking on something, I headed straight for the kitchen and grabbed one of the treats prepared for me.

"Caldwell, we are still waiting to experience your cooking skills," Rafe called out lazily. "Do you plan to cook for us someday, or will you keep us dreaming forever?"

I shot him a glare as I swallowed my bite. "I will cook, but not for you. I will do it for my son, Raven." I glanced at the little boy sitting quietly in front of the television. "Do you want to try?"

Raven nodded.

"Raven is safe since he still has his milk teeth," the bastard scoffed. "Even if he breaks them chewing your cookies, he will grow another set. The rest of us might need tools ready. A hammer, maybe a grinder..."

"Shut up," I snapped, annoyed, and turned toward the kitchen counters. I had to prove this bastard wrong.

"What are you looking for?" Jason asked, stepping closer. "I’ll help you find it."

There was still a faint hesitation in me whenever I interacted with him. "I... was just trying to get familiar with the kitchen..."

"I have set this kitchen," he said calmly. "You can ask me anything."

Alright. I decided to accept his help. The kitchen was his territory, and if it meant shutting that infuriating bloodsucker up for once, I was more than willing.

"Umm... I wanted to know how this oven or microwave or whatever it is works," I said, gesturing toward the appliances. "And then I need to find the ingredients to make cookies. The ones I used to make before."

He stepped toward the appliances and explained patiently, "You can use these buttons to switch to baking mode. Here you set the temperature you want. Then press the start button."

I hummed in understanding. He carried the same serious expression he always had whenever he explained something about medicine or guided me through studies.

"Try it," Jason said, stepping aside to give me space.

Though hesitant, I tried to follow his instructions. "The small old style oven was better," I muttered. "Less complicated."

"You will get used to this one too," he replied calmly.

Once I managed to figure it out, he asked, "What ingredients do you need?"

I hesitated again. "I remember most of them, but I might forget something. And I’m not even sure they will taste the same as before."

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