The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 101

101 COOKING UP MEMORIES 

ARIEL’S POV 

And Luke stood before me, his chest opened, which translated in me feeling a flutter of nerves. He was impossibly handsome, with deep brown eyes and a chiseled jawline. 

But I quickly averted my gaze, reminding myself that I was here on a mission and I couldn’t let myself be swayed by his appearance. I had a job to do, and I couldn’t afford any distractions. 

Well, he was really handsome, and I could let a romantic scene take place. But I didn’t want to let these little thoughts unfolding, to get the best of me. I didn’t know why my brain had to process his comeliness to be surpassingly bewitching this time. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him shirtless, or whatever. 

So yeah, there had been times when I felt like I didn’t need this brain to cloud me with all these silly thoughts. It really had me fucked up sometimes. Could take you to a world you never imagined, what you never wished for could actually be what you’de be thinking. 

“You can go back to the kitchen now. This isn’t a fashion show or whatever, where you can just….Ughh nevermind.” 

“What are you saying?” Luke aksed. 

I sighed, looking at a different direction. “It’s nothing.” 

And then he walked towards me. I felt the familiar urge to be near him. It grew stronger. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but wish he would stop and stay at a safe distance. I knew that if he got any closer, I would have to confront my feelings and desires, and I wasn’t ready for that. 

So I silently hoped he would keep his distance and spare me from having to act on my thoughts. Yeah, the crazy thoughts which kept on revolving in my head. Just great. 

I stood up the moment Luke got close. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” 

“I’m about to take a seat. What does it look like I’m doing?” 

“I thought you wanted to cook.” I stretched my hands to the direction of the kitchen. 

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*“I changed my mind.” He grabbed the remote from the table, and changed the 

channel. 

“It seems like you weren’t even hungry in the first place.” I crossed my arms, eyes fixed on him. 

He simply laughed. “You want to know something, Ariel?” 

“What?” 

“I haven’t actually tasted your food.” 

“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow. 

He nodded. “Yeah, quite odd, since we were once in a marriage, that lasted three years.” 

I gaped at him. “You have got to be kidding me. You were the one who didn’t want to get a taste of my food. All because of your intense hate.” 

He laughed lightly. “I know. I was just trying to see your reaction.” 

“Well you saw it.” 

“So, are you a great cook?” Luke smirked. 

I chuckled. “Are you seriously asking me that?” 

“Well, I need to know.” 

“No. I’m not. My food tastes like hell.” 

He looked at me for a moment. “I doubt that.” 

I couldn’t hold a laugh. “Why do you say 

so?” 

“I don’t know. I just feel like you’re a good cook.” 

Luke stood up, and as he walked to me, I shifted backwards. He halted, noticing my movements. 

“What was that for?” He asked, slightly furrowing his brows at me. 

“What?” I aksed, although I knew what he was talking about. 

“I know what you’re thinking. But don’t get things wrong around here. I wasn’t coming to you.” 

I sighed, averting my gaze, my arms crossed. “I never said that.” 

“Well, your actions did.” 

I couldn’t help but chuckle, and I muttered, “Yeah it did.” 

‘Luke took a step, and I couldn’t help but do a little moonwalk backwards. He 

paused, giving me a quizzical look. I raised my eyebrows in response, trying to 

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mimic his expression. He then widened his eyes, and I couldn’t resist the urge to do the same, like a comical game of Simon Says. Like two kids in a game of charades. And I have to say, it was oddly amusing. 

Luke and I couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter as our eyes finally broke away. Well, that was quite an intense staring contest we had there, wasn’t it? 

I couldn’t stop giggling as I looked down at the ground, trying to catch my breath. My hands were still on my waist, as if I was struck with a sudden case of the giggles. Who knew a simple staring contest could be so entertaining? 

I know, I can be really crazy sometimes. Andre can testify. 

“Wow, are you really this scared?” Luke shook his head. 

I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t scared.” 

“You’re still lying, huh?” He let out a little laugh. “I saw how you just moved like a bullet.” 

I giggled. “Okay, there’s no need to start making fun of me.” 

“I’m just saying the truth. Come on, Ariel seriously?” 

I arched an eyebrow. “Uhmm, excuse me?” 

“You know you don’t have to be terrified.” 

“Who said I was terrified?” I gave him a skeptical look. 

“I saw it in your face. It was really hilarious.” 

“You don’t know what’s going on in my head.” I pressed on with the argument. 

“I don’t want to know. Keep your silly thoughts to yourself.” His lips curved into a caustic smile. 

“Sir, are you going to that kitchen or not?” I made my tone serious, in a playful