Chapter 374 A Thousand Miles of Tenderness (6) Cecilia Gets Jealous

Cecilia hadn't even said yes yet, but Alaric had already grabbed her hand and put it on his waist.

A strong waist, full of muscle.

"I bet Mrs. Whitaker's thinking something naughty right now," Alaric laughed.

Cecilia's face went red, and she shot back, "I am not."

Alaric just grinned. "When the oil starts splattering, just hide behind me."

Cecilia felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

It was like, no matter what, Alaric would always have her back.

It made her feel super safe.

Right then, Cecilia couldn't help but snuggle closer to Alaric.

Her head rested on his broad back, familiar scent, familiar warmth.

They looked like a scene straight out of a rom-com, with the guy cooking for the girl, all cozy and romantic.

In that moment, she even thought about forever.

Cecilia wanted to freeze this perfect moment in time.

"Hide well, I'm about to add the beef," Alaric warned.

Cecilia's slender body pressed tightly against Alaric's back.

The sound of cooking filled the kitchen.

At first, Cecilia found the sound scary, but now it felt like the sound of happiness.

After finishing a dish, Alaric said to Cecilia, "Put it on the table outside."

"OK." Cecilia quickly reached out.

"Be careful," Alaric reminded.

"Okay," Cecilia nodded.

Only then did Alaric hand the plate of food to Cecilia.

After placing the dish on the table, Cecilia happily returned to Alaric's side, sticking with him to finish cooking all the dishes.

Actually, it was pretty simple.

Cecilia knew she couldn't handle complicated cooking. too complicated.

Turns out, she couldn't even cook simple dishes.

Even when cooking, Alaric looked criminally handsome.

Cecilia tried hard to look away.

She felt that if she kept staring, she'd really start having some thoughts.

Feeling a bit bored, she looked around the house. Then she saw the bouquet of roses at the entrance.

She walked over, held the roses, and smelled them for a while.

Then she placed the roses back at the entrance.

Cecilia squatted down and saw the shopping bag Alaric had just tossed on the floor.

Opening it, she found a pair of pink slippers inside.

Cecilia glanced down at the oversized blue slippers on her feet. She'd been rocking Alaric's shoes while he was padding around the house barefoot.

Even though it was hot, the air-conditioned floor was still chilly.

Cecilia's heart melted a little more for Alaric.

His attentiveness and thoughtfulness were sure to impress.

She always thought a guy like him, who could command the wind and rain, wouldn't be so attentive to her.

Alaric's contrast made Cecilia feel like she hit the jackpot.

When Cecilia decided to marry Alaric, she never imagined she'd be so thoroughly pampered by him.

Cecilia slipped on the pink slippers and carried the big ones she just took off over to Alaric.

Alaric noticed Cecilia's actions. He glanced down at the pink slippers on her small feet, asking, "Do they fit? I was in a rush, so I just grabbed them from a street vendor. They felt pretty soft."

Cecilia nodded.

She squatted down and placed the slippers at Alaric's feet.

Alaric put them on and smiled, "They still have your warmth."

The next second, he froze.

Cecilia tiptoed and planted a kiss on his lips.

After a deep kiss, Cecilia said, "Thank you, Alaric."

Alaric's eyes locked on her lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed. He said, "I didn't expect a pair of slippers to move you. If I had known, I would have..."

Alaric paused and didn't continue.

Cecilia frowned, asking, "What?"

"I would have made love to you sooner!" Alaric laughed brightly. His smile was a deadly temptation.

Cecilia pouted.

"The pasta's ready," Alaric patted Cecilia's head affectionately. "Go wait for me in the dining room."

Cecilia obediently walked out of the kitchen.

Alaric came out carrying two plates of pasta, placing them in front of them.

"Dig in," Alaric said with a smile, "Steak with pasta."

Cecilia lowered her head and ate the dishes.

She picked up a piece of the cooked steak and found it surprisingly delicious, very tender with an excellent texture.

"Alaric, when did you learn to cook?" Cecilia was really curious.

Most people wouldn't be interested in learning this, right?

Like her, for example.

She had learned many things as a child, but never cooking. She never even thought about it, and her parents wouldn't let her learn cooking skills. So how did Alaric learn it?

"Someone really enjoys my cooking," Alaric answered.

"Who?" Cecilia asked.

She was feeling a bit jealous.

She wondered which woman had made Alaric change so much for her.

"Are you jealous?" Alaric teased.

"No." Cecilia said generously, "I should thank her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be able to eat your cooking, and it's so delicious."

"You'll meet her someday," Alaric didn't answer directly.

"I don't want to meet her," Cecilia refused flatly. "I'm not interested in your ex-girlfriends."

She wasn't interested in any of them!

Alaric looked at Cecilia's expression and his lips curled into a smug smile.

Seeing her jealous made him feel proud.

"You'll know soon," Alaric said with a meaningful smile.

He just knew how to use sweet words to twist things around, making her unable to get angry.

Deserted Wife Strikes Back
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