Chapter 416 Temptation in the Kitchen
Unexpectedly, just as Ivan was about to wash his hands, Haley collided with him head-on.
The boiling water splashed onto the back of her hand, causing her to furrow her brow in pain instantly...
Ivan quickly turned off the burner, his face etched with concern, "Where did you burn yourself? Does it hurt?"
"It's just a minor burn. I'm fine," Haley reassured him, her voice composed despite the sting.
Under the faucet's stream, Haley inspected her hand. Minor kitchen mishaps were routine occurrences, hardly worth fretting over.
Then, abruptly, a firm grip seized her fingers. "Let me apply some burn ointment," Ivan insisted.
Though Haley attempted to withdraw her hand, she found herself unable to resist. With a resigned sigh, she relented, "It's really not necessary. Besides, can you even find where it's burnt?"
The telltale red marks had vanished under the cool rush of water.
After scrutinizing her hand for any sign of injury and finding none, Ivan released his hold.
But the area he had touched now bore a red imprint.
Recognizing his overstep, Ivan stepped back, meeting Haley's cool gaze, a glint of uncertainty in her eyes.
A dryness seized Ivan's throat as he hesitated.
The urge surged within him once more...
Closing the distance to mere inches, he found himself captivated by the sight of Haley's lips, stained with the juice of a tomato she had sampled, invitingly so.
A sudden desire to taste her lips consumed him, wondering if they carried the same sweetness as a ripe strawberry.
His head inclined, drawing nearer with each passing moment.
Haley's mind raced, registering the impending kiss. Every instinct urged her to evade, yet her body remained rooted in place, powerless to move.
She watched, wide-eyed, as Ivan's face neared hers...
"Wow, Ivan, you trickster!" Owen's voice shattered the tension.
Haley instantly snapped back to reality, turned away to reach for a knife, and pretended to chop.
Ivan straightened up, his gaze darkening. "How did you get in here?"
"Ha! You're busted!" Owen retorted, arms crossed in indignation. "And there you are, hiding in the kitchen kissing Haley! Haley is a girl, Ivan is a boy, and boys aren't supposed to kiss girls like that! That's too much, Ivan. You're a big liar!"
Caught off guard, Ivan's expression hardened. "Are you saying you don't want dinner?"
Owen stuck out his tongue and quickly slipped out of the room.
With Owen's departure, the kitchen's atmosphere returned to normal.
Haley turned on the stove and began heating oil to cook the tomatoes. Her movements were swift and efficient, and within five minutes, the dish was ready to be served.
Ivan gestured toward the soup, but before he could speak, the kitchen was filled with noise, drowning out his words.
Haley worked swiftly, and before long, dinner was served.
She turned off the range hood, and the kitchen finally became quiet.
Addressing Ivan, she spoke deliberately, "Ivan, I know what you're going to say, and I just want to tell you that I don't want to choose either of the options you're giving me."
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