There were a few seconds of silence before I heard an "okay" from him. I sighed. "I am so sorry—Ethan! Oh my goodness! What are you doing?" The apology on my tongue slipped into surprise as my gaze fell on the cutting board. Ethan couldn't dice carrots!
"Oh my gosh,just focus on being a billionaire businessman; you are not really,really,cut out for cooking." I said, pulling him aside.
He had cut them into unrecognizable, big-sized shapes, and I was now tasked with cutting them again.
I soon got over the cutting and started cooking. I felt his gaze on me from time to time, which left me feeling dodgy. He soon walked over and stood behind me,even increasing whatever tension I was currently feeling.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to make light of the butterflies in my belly from hi
