Though she wanted to ignore his gaze, it was making her uncomfortable.
So she tried to start talking to change the atmosphere.
“Why you wanted to have dinner with me? I mean why this cooking spree?” Isabella asked as this was bugging her mind.
“Why? Didn’t you like my cooking?” He asked back, ignoring my question.
“No, it’s good. I mean it’s one of the best meals I have had in my life.” she couldn’t deny it.
Yes, her mom is a good cook, and she also has tasted different types of food in New York, but his pasta was really praiseworthy.
“I know.” He replied with a proud smile. Cocky much.
“But it’s not a normal occurrence, right? I mean you are my boss and I am just a mere secretary. My boss is cooking for me and I am having dinner sitting with him, here alone. It doesn’t sound good.”
