For you, I would.

Chapter eight

I heard a faint sigh coming from behind me as I carefully extinguished the fire. This isn't what I've imagined things will turn out. Maybe, because I'm tired? Yeah, that's may be the reason. That should be the reason.

Yeah, convince yourself more.

When I turned around, I was met with Theron's disbelief expression, which only prompted me to roll my eyes in response. He is standing behind me with his hands inside his pocket. Seems to be low-key criticizing my every move.

What is he doing here? I didn't even let him in. I scoff, not giving him attention.

"Strong fire, wrong position of the pan, and a messy kitchen," he remarked as if scolding my errors. He even shook his head in disapproval.

I stilled.

Well, the fire earlier is indeed strong. Of course, it should be! To cook the food faster, but, that's not what happened. I checked the position of the pan. Its handle is right in front of me.

I furrowed my brow. I think this position is right. It's easier for me to get the pan in case of emergency, right? I don't know what this guy is saying. After all, he was the one lacking culinary skills! Psh.

I glanced around. Uhh.. It's a little bit messy... yeah, just a little bit.

But, whatever!

Disregarding his comments, I reached for the pan, only to have my hand abruptly stopped by his firm grip. The warmth of his hand against mine sent a jolt of electricity through me. I glared at him sharply, my frustration mounting.

Ugh! What now?

"What are you doing?" I resisted, trying to pull my hand back, but he tightened his hold on it even more. "Gloves were designed to protect your hands from the heat...." he explained as he showed me the gloves and carefully placed them on my hands. "not to be disregarded." A sweet smile graced his lips before he gestured for me to retrieve the pan. Meanwhile, I could only stare at him in disbelief.

I harshly pulled my hands away and closed my eyes in frustration. You love embarrassing yourself, don't you?

I let out a deep sigh as I surveyed the chaos in front of me, a blend of frustration and disappointment etched across my face. I raked my hands through my hair in exasperation, feeling a surge of irritation welling up within me.

This was not how I had envisioned things turning out!

Annoyance pulsed through me as I reached for my cell phone, intending to place an order, only to have it abruptly snatched away. "What's your problem?!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration. I am genuinely irked. My breathing is hard as I glare at the man in front of me.

"Oops," he uttered, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence before flashing a smile. "Pizzas are delicious, but not the healthiest choice."

My eyes narrowed as I fixed a disbelieving gaze on him. "What?" I questioned, unable to conceal my annoyance.

"You heard me right," he affirmed, gently nudging me aside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, surprised, as I watched him begin to tidy up the mess I had made. Despite my attempts to intervene, he continued unfazed.