Trailing behind into the kitchen, Nathaniel sat on the stool.
“I didn't take you as Gordon Ramsay”
“I'm not. I am just whipping up something for you to eat, nothing serious. All I have to do is just to reheat what the servants already have in the refrigerator. Not a big deal” She opened up the fridge.
“Are you this nice to all your friends?”
“I told you I don't have friends.” She found what she was looking for and began to heat them up. With the way she moved, Nathaniel fell harder for her. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her not even for a second.
If only she would accept me. He kept thinking only for his mobile phone to buzz. It was a text message from his former manager whom he had released from all his duties.
The message reads: your girlfriend is in town, and she wants t
