Chapter 183 Having Dinner Together
Brooklyn saw the long line at the checkout and felt a bit anxious, worring someone might let Sebastian cut in. She wanted to take the cart from him and said, "I'll handle this; you can head out first."
As her hand touched the metal handle, Sebastian's large hand gently covered hers, so naturally and dominantly.
"Let's go together," Sebastian said.
It was a request that made it hard for her to refuse.
"Cash or card?" The cashier, with a dreamy look in her eyes, stared at Sebastian.
Brooklyn felt annoyed and snapped, "PayPal!"
In her rush to leave, she had only grabbed her phone, so PayPal was her only option.
Sebastian took out his wallet and placed it in her hand, holding her phone in his. "Cash."
Brooklyn fell silent.
Sebastian actually had cash on him. It was beyond her imagination.
"Alright, sir." The cashier reached for the hundred-dollar bill Brooklyn had just pulled out of the wallet, but Brooklyn didn't let go, holding onto it tightly. They stood in a brief standoff.
"Honey," Sebastian called out.
An atomic bomb exploded in Brooklyn's mind!
She was stunned and released her grip. The money and her wits were taken from her hand! What did Sebastian call her?
It had been almost four years since they got married, and she had never, ever heard him call her "Honey" before!
With a look of astonishment, her eyes became blank, the deep brown irises lost in a daze, and she focused solely on Sebastian's face, which exuded an unparalleled charm. His deep eyes were seemingly vast and profound, containing all his elegance and nobility, immeasurable.
"Keep moving! We need to check out!" The people behind shouted.
Sebastian's hand grasped her shoulder, leading the bewildered woman out.
"Your change!" The cashier tried to remind them.
But the two of them, walking side by side, seemed oblivious.
Once in the car, Brooklyn's delayed reaction finally kicked in. "What did you mean by that just now?"
Sebastian started the car, calmly saying, "Nothing."
He thought, 'Calling my wife "Honey" is not a big deal.'
'But why did I sound so pleased when I said it just now?'
Back at home, Brooklyn prepared to cook.
Donning an apron, she looked like a timid and obedient homemaker, smoothing over the daytime complaints. Sebastian seemed content.
"Do you want it steamed or boiled?" She meant the fish.
Sebastian sat on the living room couch, legs casually crossed, still flipping through her documents. "I'll take whatever you make."
Brooklyn blushed; he was teasing her even while eating!
She made spicy chicken for him, loaded with chili! Let him burn!
After preparing a sumptuous meal of four dishes and a soup, she called out, "Dinner's ready."
Sebastian's tall figure filled the narrow living room with his commanding presence.
He went straight to the dining table and reached for the utensils.
"Did you wash your hands?" Brooklyn asked casually.
Sebastian extended his hand. "They're clean."
"You were handling documents earlier, touched by many, not just dirty but also full of germs. Wash your hands now."
She withdrew the utensils, denying him.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Fine."
The sound of running water filled the air, his potent pheromones wafting from the bathroom to her nostrils, every breath a dangerous temptation.
After washing his hands, he showed them to her. "Now?"
Brooklyn's breath caught. "Okay."
As they sat down, Sebastian's gaze was drawn to the vibrant red chili fish stew. How much chili did she put in?
Smiling, she said, "Sebastian, come on. Oh, this chili fish stew is specially made for you. Take a bite."
Knowing he didn't like spicy food, did she say it was specially made for him? Brooklyn was asking for trouble.
"Alright."
He pushed aside the chilies with his fork, revealing the tender white fish. "So, is this the best you can do?"
With a mouthful of vegetables, she almost choked. "Are you taking it or not?"
Sebastian picked up a piece of fish without a hint of discomfort. "If it pleases you, I'll even take poison."
The romantic tension was rising, the air growing hot. Brooklyn blushed.
With the fish near his mouth, Brooklyn couldn't bear it. "This is a bit spicy; you'd better have something else."
A hint of mischief flickered in Sebastian's eyes. "The spice makes it tasty. Peel off the outer layer, and the tender meat melts in your mouth. It is spicy with a lingering taste and stimulating."
Why did he make having a piece of fish feel like he was tearing off all her clothes?
The fire in Sebastian's mouth was burning, and Brooklyn had really put in a lot of chili!
Brooklyn boldly served him a large piece, placing it on his plate. "Sebastian, have some more."
She didn't believe he could handle the spice!
Sebastian remained unruffled. "If you have such a big demand, one serving won't be enough. How about a few more times? I'll cooperate, even if it means getting fired up."
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