26 - Cliche

SHE frowned when she got in Zyd's car on the way home. Its team won at the last minute. The score is 7-8 so starting tomorrow, she will prepare the man's breakfast and lunch. She didn't think that after Zyd and Henrik were put in the penalty box, it was as if they were playing inside the ice rink. While the teammates of 'to, just proper defense and assist to the two men scrambling for the puck and him-his home base.

Not only that, he was filled with many questions earlier when the game ended and her wife approached him. The crowd took pictures and others tried to interview her but the man responded. She was not laid on the hand or approached by anyone. Someone else dared to ask if she was the Coffee Girl, to which she replied that she was and is unique. The only! But since they had a conversation with Zyd, she remained silent while Zyd answered all the questions.

All of that annoyed her, and she was kissed on the lips for a few seconds in front of the many people! A few seconds and after the kiss, her heart dropped completely. She's poor, but no! Her patience was exhausted. Less than a month into their contractual marriage, she was already flirting with her. If it's on its rules that he forbids it, she will make a move. If he attracts her heart, she will attract it too. Stay strong.

Moving on is fast and she did it before. Just a little bit of crying, a little bit of drama on the side then it's okay. She can flirt with others again. Just like what Zig did to her. She thinks that fast to move on. No problem.

"Hey ..."

She turned to the man driving. She still hadn't lost her frown. She remembered how it almost ruined Henrik's handsomeness.

"Why did you punch Henrik?"

Zyd slowed down driving for a while but returned to normal. "That's normal."

"How normal you are! Eh, that one is your enemy, eh. How come King Henrik you heaped a punch on? Are you mad at him? I just hate you - ouch" she was artistically held on the forehead. She almost fell on the dashboard when the car was stopped in the middle of the road.

"Will you shut the fuck up, Elhouette? You and your fucking- mouth. You don't know what's the barrier between me and Gustavvson, so stop the fuck up, will you?"

She suddenly fell silent. Is it anger? I think she was too bumpy and she triggered the man. She was like a dog that fell silent next to him and never spoke again. This was probably the first time she had seen Zyd angry and it was scary to be angry.

"S-sorry," it sincerely came out of her mouth and pouted lips and cute eyes. I hope you respond.

"Get ready tonight." There was no emotional response and the vehicle started to operate. His cuteness was ignored.

She bit her lip so hard and secretly smirked. "Why?" What is there later and she needs to prepare?

"We had a deal. Now, stop asking questions and shut your mouth."

"O-"

His gaze deepened on her so she quickly covered her mouth and looked straight out the window. She'll be okay, he's too high blood. She was scared.

Okay okay! She will cook later. She thinks, breakfast and lunch? Ah, he might want to eat lunch at night.

She was confused that night what to cook. The man also didn't say what he wanted for dinner so he decided to cook.

"Lula, you think he'll like Baked Chicken with Ginger-Scallion Sauce and Calamansi Fish Fillets?" she turned to the golden retriever who was bored waiting for her.

It barked and she nodded. He said that she should prepare with love so that Zyd can enjoy her cooking. Lula is also good at giving advice, which is discouraging. She knew that she's not good at cooking, sometimes she cooked salty like the sea but she knew how to follow the recipe. Well, that's up to you!

She quickly rummaged in the two-door refrigerator. She smiled. Ideally, she can prepare scrambled eggs and pasta. She doesn't find any ingredients in her specialty Baked Chicken with Ginger-Scallion Sauce and Calamansi Fish Fillets, so 'Zyd shouldn't act if that's all she can do for tonight. She even sang as she scrambled and boiled the pasta.

"Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away." Lianne appreciated her voice now. It sounds good to hear as the dogs run out and bark. Queen's song was really different from hers. She took a frying pan and made a microphone. "Mamaaaaaa, ooh-ooh-oh-"

"Does your tooth hurt?"

"It really hurts." Suddenly, she returned to the scrambled egg if nothing had happened in her voice.

Did it hear her sing? She sneezed and adjusted herself not to say anything. She should just be serious. Suppose she is busy and her beauty does not affect people like this.

"You done?" said by it.

"Nope."

"Okay," he replied calmly and left.

She rested broadly. She was almost mad. She scratched her forehead a lot and just got serious about cooking so that she could finish and rest but the pan flirted with her too much. Lianne can't help it! The frying pan really flirted with her and-

"I see a little silhouette of a man, Scrambled eggs, Scrambled eggs, will you do the Facebookin' Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightening me.

Galileo! Galileo! Galileo Pikachu. Magnifi-"

"Elhouette, are you possessed ?!"

"Ayy belat ng kalabaw!" Suddenly the bowl broke. To her shock, she hit it and fell on the floor. She just closed her eyes. Oh my! Her egg was wasted. "Why are you shocked ?!"

"Glad you weren't possessed by something." He rested loosely but its eyebrow also immediately lined up when she remembered she had broken it. "I'll clean that mess, Elhouette."

"Huh? I'm- oh!"

"Fuck!" he quickly approached her and attended her immediately. He looked at her hand and looked for a wound.

"What are you looking at? My nails?" she innocently asked. Because her nail polished is white. She may be jealous and intend to color as well. It's cheap, she just cleaned and put it on.

Zyd's eyes widened as he looked at her. "I don't see any blood here. I'll bring you to the nearest Hospital," he immediately declared.

She was slapped on the forehead and quickly withdrew her hand. "I shook my head when I bowed so I fell asleep!" She stared at it artfully, "I'm not hurt, okay? What's this, just the same as those wattpad stories that supposedly hurt? It's a cliché. We are not in the book."

Of course, she was not a fool to pick up the broken bowl that would only injure her. It hurts to be hurt. It's just like love, eh. Wait, how did love get into the bowl? She quickly dismissed her flying mind again.

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