Different Worlds
RAYNE'S POV
Eric drew out a chair adjacent to the counter as we entered the kitchen. He opened the cupboards behind him and fetched a pot and a pack of rice. After washing the rice, he put it on the rice cooker and went ahead with cutting the vegetables needed for the sauce.
"Can I help?" I asked.
"Yes, you can." He said and I immediately got up from my seat.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just sit down and watch your perfect husband cook." He said and I felt my cheeks heat up. Why did he always use the word perfect when talking about himself? His brows knitted together in deep concentration as he diced the vegetables, and I stifled the urge to laugh. He proceeded into making the sauce. Soon, the aroma filled the air. Watching him cook reminded me of my family. The ti
