Love Rekindled - Her Killer Husband

Chapter Five

Katrina didn’t waste time to think further as an idea suddenly came to her mind.

She couldn’t leave the bedroom, lest Aaron came downstairs to find her. But what if Aaron couldn’t leave the bedroom either?
She snapped her finger and without wasting time to think twice, she picked up a hair gel that she found on the vanity table and emptied its content right in front of the bathroom door.
And she proceeded out of the room and downstairs.
If Aaron left the bathroom and slipped, the least manly thing he would do was scream. Katrina couldn’t be bothered with that either way. The most important thing was, after slipping, he wouldn’t be able to make his way down the stairs.
Apart from the dining area and the kitchen, Katrina found two extra bedrooms downstairs. And she began her search there. She entered each room and searched thoroughly. It took her almost an hour.
Her search turned out futile, and accompanying it was the disappointment.
Aaron didn’t come to look for her. That meant he had slipped on the gel and was still upstairs in the bedroom dealing with a broken leg or concussion.
Katrina sighed, certain that apart from these two rooms, no other room was left for her to search. Except for the bedroom she shared with Aaron of course. But she had done a great deal of searching there and it would be a miracle to find something useful.
She had to step up her game.
While coming out of the last room, her head was down and she didn’t notice the figure blocking her path until she bumped into Aaron.
“Ouch!”
Katrina winced and pressed her forehead which had hit his chest.
Her heart skipped a beat when she lifted her head and found Aaron staring back at her, his expression blank.
Katrina’s eyes darted from his face to his leg. She made a quick survey of his body, her eyes widening. He looked okay. Did he not slip? How come?
And had he discovered her tactic? Had he been downstairs all this time while she searched around? Most importantly, had her cover been blown?
“Are you alright?” while Katrina was in her frantic state, Aaron gently placed a palm on her forehead. “I didn’t see you coming, does it hurt?”
It did hurt. Katrina almost had a concussion. His chest was as hard as it looked and she couldn’t control herself from giving it a second look.
“Your wound hasn’t healed yet, don’t walk around too much,” Aaron continued.
Katrina gulped and took a step back. Their proximity was too close.
And now it was her time to explain. To conjure up something. And it didn’t take long for an idea to pop up.
“I was on my way to the kitchen,” she stated innocently. “Then I decided to tour the house.”
“We will tower the house once you get better.” Aaron smiled at her.
And Katrina gaped.
Since this mess all started, this was the first time she saw his smile. He rarely smiled though, even when they were little.
She quickly collected herself and shove those thoughts aside. And she had to remind herself again that thinking about those old memories was meaningless.
“What would you like to eat? I’ll cook.” Aaron asked her, his voice patient.
Katrina was instantly apprehensive. What she would like to eat? She hadn’t thought about that.
In fact, she didn’t plan to eat anything in this house. Anything offered by him.
It would be like seeking her own death.
“Anything.”
Under Aaron’s deep gaze, the word left Katrina’s lips before she realized it.
“Anything?” Aaron frowned.
Katrina had no reason not to nod. And her heart began drumming heavily against her chest.
True, she was hungry. And she could eat a whole meal at the moment.
But Aaron making the food; she couldn’t take that risk.
“Alright, let’s get you to the kitchen.”
Katrina didn’t form a reply yet and her heart almost leaped out because of what Aaron did next.
He scooped her in his arms and carried her bridal style. Katrina circled her arms around his neck to prevent herself from falling.
And a fresh manly scent hit her nose. As he had just gotten out of the shower, the scent stuck to his body, enveloping hers. It was somehow, relaxing?
Katrina didn’t know if her heart was only thumping because Aaron was going to give her food, or if it was also because of something else.
But she didn’t want to think about it. All she wanted was to get out of his embrace.
It was doing strange things to her and threatening to open the dam of those memories.
She couldn’t afford for that to happen. She had to keep reminding herself of why she was here and who she was dealing with. Her sister’s killer. She must be cautious.
Aaron put her down on a stool that stood beside the kitchen’s island, then he went on to set up the stove before picking up a pan.
And Katrina, still apprehensive, jumped down from the stool, ignoring the ache the action brought to her ankle.
She grabbed the pan from his hand and tried to put on her best smile.
“No, let me cook,” she suggested. “I would love to cook for us tonight.”
Aaron’s eyes widened in surprise before his expression returned to normal.
“You want to cook?” he asked and she nodded.
Then his gaze went to her leg.
Katrina bit her lips, hoping that he wouldn’t object or say something as crazy as her leg was wounded. It wasn’t like he cared anyways.

And he didn’t mention that. Aaron simply nodded and walked away then sat on the stool.

And he watched Katrina while she worked. His gaze bored holes in her back and she was starkly aware of his presence.
Katrina limped as she made her way around the kitchen.
Traces of her sister were everywhere.
The utensils looked used. The kitchen’s layout was her sister’s taste. Every decoration screamed of her sister’s handiwork.
Aaron didn’t change anything because he didn’t care.
Katrina’s tears had long dried up, and all that was left in her heart right now was anger and disgust. The anger toward her parents, especially her father, and the disgust toward Aaron and the kind of person he had turned out to be.
All she needed was a clue. Just one clue and she could expose him to the public.