Cross and Elizabeth were both holding hands when they both went inside the house. They conversed about how the company has been stabilizing for over the years. Elena has already gone into the kitchen to prepare what they could eat. She made him sit in the living area and turned on the television.
“I’ll help my mother,” Elizabeth said.
“No,” he said and immediately stood up from the sofa to follow her. He grabbed the remote to turn off the television. “I’ll help in the kitchen.”
She snorted and shook her head, thinking that he was just jesting. He raised his both eyebrows at her reaction.
“Stop joking. You don’t even know how to cook,” she said while smirking.
Her smirk only slowly vanished when his expression remained serious. He stroked his hair.
“Then you should go to my condo some
