After a week,
I’m taken aback to see Grace cooking in the kitchen because I have never seen this scenario before.
“What’s the matter? Today seems like a day for surprises.” I quip, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Grace skilfully move around with pots and pans.
“Today, your father is returning, so I just want to welcome him with his favourite lunch.” She tells me with a smile.
“I didn’t know you have this hidden talent. I’m impressed,” I admit, a genuine smile forming.
She glances at me. “Well, there are many things you don’t know about me, Mr. Grey.”
However, a doubt lingers in my mind. Is she doing this genuinely to welcome my father, or does she want to keep him on her side?
I pull out my thoughts when she hisses in pain.
Fuck! She accidentally cuts her finger while
