Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 273

After leaving the Simpson residence, I didn't return to the office. Instead, I went straight home.

Even though everything had gone incredibly smoothly today, I was still mentally drained. I needed to recharge.

The moment I opened the door, the rich aroma of food filled the air.

Following the scent, I made my way to the dining area. I caught sight of Eric's silhouette in the kitchen through the gap in the door.

A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I stealthily tiptoed inside.

"You're back just in time. Dinner's ready." Eric's voice rang out before I could even make a move. That sure gave me a scare.

I waved my hand behind his head in disbelief.

He chuckled. "I don't have eyes at the back of my head, alright?"

"Liar." I pouted. "You didn't even turn around. How did you know I was here?"

"I could smell you," he answered matter-of-factly.

"Smell me?" I blinked in confusion and sniffed my own clothes. I never liked wearing perfume as I find the scent too overpowering.

The only scents on me were from my body wash and laundry detergent. Considering Eric and I used the same brands, how could he possibly tell the difference?

Noticing my confusion, he smiled knowingly and said, "You have a scent that makes me feel at ease. Whenever you're near, I can sense it."

His words caused me to blush. For a moment, I had the sneaking suspicion that he was doing this on purpose just to fluster me.

"I'm going to get changed before dinner. Be right back."

With that, I hurried out of the kitchen. By the time I returned, my emotions were back in check. Looking at the spread of dishes on the table, I was visibly surprised and stared at Eric in shock.

"You made all of this?"