"You don't have to help, Alderic. I could've done that." Mom said to him when Alderic offered to help her with the dinner. Honestly speaking, I had never tasted anything Alderic made. I didn't knew how he cooked, how his cooking tastes.
"It's totally fine, Erica. These is the least I can do." Alderic said, smiling charmingly at her and I rose my brows at his words. Trying to impress my mother, Alderic? I wanted to voice my opinions out but refrained myself.
The sight in front of my eyes was magical. Alderic was helping my mother in cooking. There was an apron tied around his waist as he had removed his blazer and placed it neatly on my bed. His hair were now slightly messy, a few strands of his hair falling on his forehead. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, making his arms visib
