LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Chapter 8: Angry

"Cancel all of them," I heard his voice and saw him sitting on the main chair while dressed in a cozy grey hoodie and black trousers. As I delicately placed the covered tray and bowl on the table, prepared to serve, he ended the call and stood up from his chair.

Looking up at him, he walked to the chair beside the main one and pulled it out.

"Take a seat," he said gently, holding my hand to guide me to the seat.

Sweet

I was about to serve him, but he gently took the tray from my hand, saying, "Don't worry; I'll take my food on my own."

His demeanor was that of a loving gentleman, and I couldn't help but smile. 

"Well, I don't know what to cook today, and I really don't know cooking. If you could tell me a day before what you'd like to have, I can cook that for you," I suggested.

 He placed his hand on mine, gazing into my eyes, "I didn't marry you to order you and have you cook for me. It's your house, your kitchen. So, it's all up to you what you want to cook, okay?" 

His words filled my heart with warmth, and I nodded shyly, feeling truly loved and cherished.

He removed the foil from the bowl, and I noticed a change on his face. His eyes furrowed, "Fries?" he spoke but served them on both my plate and his.

 As he unwrapped the tray, he glanced at the burgers and blinked. 

"I-Is something wrong?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous. 

 He sighed and shook his head slightly, but I wasn't satisfied. He placed one on my plate and one on his. I noticed him taking a bite, and his facial expression changed. He immediately took the cloth placed beside his hand, coughed into it, and quickly gulped some water. 

Concern filled my face as I spoke, "Ain't it good? Is somethin' missin'?" 

But he didn't say anything. 

He removed the top bun, set it aside, dismantled the burger, and removed all the vegetables, pickles, and cheese. He took a tissue to wipe the sauce from the patty and lifted it up in the air with his index and thumb, "It's burned," he said, eyeing the patty.

His look turned serious as I gulped. 

I stood up immediately and spoke, "I-I'll fetch another one," but he held my forearm, making me look behind. 

My heart was beating heavily as he stood from the chair. 

"No need, sit down," I could sense a bit of disappointment in his voice. 

He held my shoulders and made me sit. I looked down on my lap as his index raised my chin.

"What happened, love?" My eyes filled with tears, and I tried hard to control them but failed as a tear dropped. 

His face turned into genuine concern, "Hey butterfly, no, it's alright," he spoke softly as he pulled my chair towards him, wipin' my tear and puttin' my face near his chest.

 "No need to cry, it's alright, okay," he reassured me as I slightly nodded. 

He pulled my face back and looked at me, "Why are you crying, huh?"

 He asked as I didn't look into his eyes.

 "Answer me, Daphne," he spoke my name, making my heartbeat increase.