Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jhune's POV

A smile appeared on my lips when I saw the recipe I was looking for in a cookbook—omelette fried rice. That's what Zack wanted to eat.

Leftover rice, eggs, mixed veggies. All the ingredients are simple. As I read through the recipe, my smile widened even more because it seemed easy to make.

All I needed to do was follow the instructions written in the cookbook.

I headed to the fridge to find the ingredients I needed for cooking. Fortunately, I didn't have any trouble because everything I needed was already there.

I bent down to get the pan I would use from the lower cupboard, and when I stood up again, I almost jumped when Zack suddenly appeared in front of me.

"What the heck!" I yelled at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "Are you trying to scare me to death?!" I snapped.

I heard him laugh as he remained leaning against the door. I couldn't help but take in his appearance—his upper body was wrapped in bandages, but I could still clearly see the contours of his body. I was flustered for no reason.

"I didn't do anything. I was just standing here," he said with a smirk. "It's not my fault you're such a scaredy-cat."

I frowned when I noticed he had removed the tube that was attached to him earlier.

I shot him a glare. "What are you even doing here?" I asked as I placed the pan on the stove. "You should be resting."

I raised one hand in the air and motioned as if I were shooing him away. "Go back to your room. This won't take long, once I'm done cooking, I'll bring it to you." I ordered him while putting on the apron.

He shrugged and then walked closer, sitting down at the table in front of me.

"I don't want to," he said, staring at me with a smile. "I want to watch you cook."

I just sighed and didn’t argue anymore.

"Suit yourself," I said in defeat.

I started preparing the ingredients for the dish. I melted some butter and sautéed the rice in it, gently stirring before adding the mixed veggies I had taken from the fridge earlier.

I was focused, carefully reading the cooking steps over and over to ensure everything would turn out perfectly.

It’s been a long time since I last cooked, and the last time I did, I nearly set my kitchen on fire. Don’t get me wrong—everyone makes mistakes.

I’m confident I can make a good dish this time, but my only concern right now is the pair of eyes watching my every move.

I lowered the heat before turning to him. I looked at him flatly. "Can you please stop staring at me like that? I'm trying to focus here," I said, a bit exasperated.

He smiled and rested his chin in his hand, staring at me again. "Then how am I supposed to watch you if I can't look at you?" he replied with a teasing tone.

I sighed deeply, resisting the urge to hit him with the spatula I was holding.

Calm down, Jhune. Put the spatula down. He's still sick, he's not in his right mind.

I forced a smile and placed an onion on the countertop. "Instead of just watching me, why don't you help me by chopping this onion?"

He nodded, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and started slicing the onion as I asked.