Chapter 12 - Why?

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" Emerald followed him to the kitchen.

"Didn't I say, I am going to cook dinner?" Clayton rolled the sleeves of his shirt, ready for action. He then took Emerald's apron.

Instead of scolding him, a ghost of a smile was etched on her lips seeing him in a small apron. He looked funny but it did nothing to decrease his attractiveness. He became charming even more.

Emerald protested no more. She sat on the chair. "Are you sure you know your way around the kitchen?"

"You'll see," Clayton took ingredients from the fridge.

Clayton caught sight that she yawned a few times while washing the vegetables. "Go and take a nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done."

"Okay," Emerald, feeling really tired, did not refuse and went to lay on the couch in the living room.

In no time, Emerald drifted off to dreamland.

Once in a while, from where he was, Clayton would glance at her.

Fulfilled that he was able to do the same to her, Clayton's smile deepened.

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