Chapter 14- Alina's POV

Aroma of pancakes filled my nostrils. I think Barbara has prepared pancakes today. As I opened the door to go downstairs to eat, I saw Anton standing in front of the door with a tray.

"Why are you here?" I gave him a bitter look.

"I know you are mad at me. Please forgive me, Alina. See, I made these pancakes for you." He said.

I giggled internally. I was never mad at him, I'm just teasing him a little.

"What if your pancakes are just like your painting. I don't wanna end up in the hospital for food poisoning. " I said bluntly.

"Okay, if you don't wanna eat them. Sorry, I won't bother you again." His face fell a little. I felt bad. Maybe I'm doing too much now. He turned around to go away.

"Anton, listen."

He turned towards me. I stepped a little closer and pecked his cheek. He froze in place with wide eyes. Before he could react, I took the tray from his hand and ran inside after shutting the door close. I giggled.

"Alina, open the door." He said from the other side.

"No, I won't