“Where’s Kevin?”
He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with his gentle eyes, yet my face remained plain. “He’s playing outside love.” He answered.
I walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. Getting a glass of water as I didn’t mind his eyes.
“What do you want to eat love?” His baritone voice was soothing, but I didn’t care. He looked at the ingredients that he was preparing. “You also like sweet and sour so-----”
“I don’t.” I mumbled as I barely set my eyes to him.
“Huh?”
I turned my eyes. “I said I don’t.” I repeated.
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Looking at this man, I realized that he’s such a good actor. He pretended like he genuinely cares for me.
His eyes went to mine. “Then I should cook your-------”
“Whatever.” I said with a low voice. His ey
