Chapter 23

*Janice Pov*

“What are you doing?” he asked entering the kitchen.

“I am cooking food as you can see.” I replied and didn’t turn back as I am already mad with him saying the number every time from few days.

“Where is Mom and how is she allowing you to cook?” he asked shocked.

“Aunty and Uncle went to some function, and I don’t know when they will return. Roti is ok for you, right?” I asked him even though it is almost finished.

“Let me do the Roti’s.” he said, and I can hear him opening the bowl in which flour is mixed.

“Actually, I already finished doing them, and this is the last.” I said.

“I want one extra.” He said after a few minutes, and I shrugged.

“Is it finished?” I asked him reducing the flame a little.

“Wait!” he replied and then I felt him standing behind me.

“Here.” he whispered in my ear, and I shook my head to look down and not burn the Roti he made.

But seeing that I did only one thing and that is fuming. He slowly whispered “How is it?”

I continued to fume