A Matter of Wife and Debt {Ongoing}

Chapter 17

Daniella's Pov

I swallowed hard and I took slow steps towards the kitchen. I almost screamed, but shut it when I saw it's Javier. He seems so engrossed in whisking the eggs that I doubt he noticed my presence.

What on earth is he doing here whisking eggs at this hour of the night?

“What's going on?” I asked as I entered the kitchen.

“I know you are not blind.” He said, barely sparing a glance at my direction.

I frowned at him because of his statement and the attitude in it.

“Clearly I know I am not blind, but I'm asking what exactly you are doing beating eggs at this hour when you should be on bed.” I said, making my way to the counter to have a proper view of what he's doing.

“Baking.” He said rather blandly. He still didn't look up in my direction as he put in some sugar into the whisked eggs in the bowl.

“Baking? Baking what?” I blurted out in somewhat surprise and confusion.

“I usually bake Natalia's cake on her birthday so that is what I am doing.” He said, putting in some baking powder.

I am really surprised, I have no idea the almighty Javier Ruiz could actually bake a cake. There is really a lot I do not know about him.

“You must be thinking and surprised that the almighty Javier Ruiz knows how to bake a cake.” He said, startling me out of my thoughts.

How did he know what I was thinking? I can't give him all the satisfaction that he clearly knows what I was thinking about him.

“No, I wasn't thinking that… I was thinking the opposite.” I said, confidently.

He didn't respond, he just continued with what he was doing with so much concentration that it gave me the time to take in his appearance. His white shirt really wrapped his body and his muscular biceps. And the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms. It reminds me of the time he came out of the bathroom shirtless, our closeness that day still sends tingles through me.

“Are you done checking how sexy I look in the kitchen?” His voice startled me out of my thoughts again.

“Huh? No… I was thinking about something else.” I said, awkwardly. I could tell my cheeks were flush with embarrassment now.

How does he know what I'm thinking?

“Why are you still up by this time?” He asked after a bit of an awkward silence.

“I wanted to grab some snacks and a bottle water before I headed up to my room.”

“Did you skip dinner?”

“What? No.” I retorted.

What's wrong with him? Why does he seems to sense everything about me tonight?

“You can go grab your snack and leave, you are distracting me.” He said and I instantly felt like hitting him.

All these time he spoke to me he didn't even look up at me and he still say I am distracting him? Jerk!

I made my way to the refrigerator and grabbed two packs of patato chips and a bottle of water. I stole a glance at him before I started making my way out of the kitchen.

“Dammit!” I heard him curse out loud with a hiss, making me come to a halt.

I turned to see what he was cursing at, he was just glaring at his failed flour kneading. I had no idea when I started walking back to him with lots of questions running through my head till one finally rolled off my mouth.