Chapter Fifty-Three

I was so curious to know about the identity of the beautiful girl who was staying with Nick’s family. If she was an old friend, how come Nick acted as if he hated her with so much passion?

When I looked at her, I found her eyeing me too. She was studying me, and Nick’s actions toward me.

Nick took a small portion of the beef medallions and put it on my plate. Then he sliced a portion for himself and tasted it. Then he looked at me, slightly wrinkling his nose.

“Chef Ken Clarke could teach our cook how to make the only beef medallions I could eat all day,” he whispered to me and I smiled. He was right. The dish was okay, but not great.

“Actually, I cooked it,” Margot said, her face turning red. “I know they were your favorite.”

I bit my lower lip in embarrassment. I looked up at Nick, but he didn’t look embarrassed at all. It looked as if he didn’t care about whatever he said in front of this girl.

“Since when do you cook?” he asked in a bored tone.

“I’m learning. You always said that