MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 35

Ann’s POV

With his sleeves rolled up, showcasing the fineness of his forearm, I watch him work on the counter with all seriousness.

His biceps stretch and relax against his tight transparent blue shirt.

When he finally glances up at me, I wave shyly.

He smiles.

Wow!

Vince is hot!

I blink and turn away instantly. I already know he is. I shouldn't continue to admit that.

When I turn back to watch him, his back is to me. The fridge is open and he is bent over, picking a few ingredients and placing them on the kitchen counter.

Who would have thought Vince of all people could cook? What if he doesn't but he is just doing this to impress me? What if the food turns out bad?

I shoot to my feet instantly, striding towards the counter. “Can I help?”

He leaves the fridge and places a can on the counter. “No.”

“Why?!” I pout, stamping my feet on the floor. “I want to help.”

There are eggs in a bowl, flour, olive oil and chicken breast on the counter. It makes me ask. “What do you want to cook?”

“Guess.” He doesn't spare me a glance as he drops the chicken breast into a large ziplock bag and begins to pound on it with a rolling pin.

I've never seen any recipe like this, with this sort of ingredient.

When I look around further, I see the herbs on the other side of the counter, a pack of pasta, black pepper and salt, ginger powder and even fresh mozzarella cheese.

I’m sure he's not going to make me just pasta. He has more ingredients than just doing that.

“I can't guess. Tell me.”

“No!”

I watch him with a pout, hoping he would at least give me a hint but he doesn't bother to look up at me.

Like a sad kid, I stomp back to my seat a few distance away from the counter.

The lighting bulbs are so bright I can see him from every corner of the room.

Within a few minutes, I see him draining the pasta with a sieve before heading back to the chicken breast.

He is working swiftly like Mark and the other chef does. It makes me want to question him; how he learnt how to cook and from who.

Mark made me spaghetti carbonara and he kept on making remarks on why men choose to cook for women.

It comes to a meaning, he said but I choose to ignore he ever said that. I didn't act like I heard him but now I am beginning to think he was right or he wanted me to believe he was right.

Men cook for the people they value. People they like. And love.
But then, this thing between Vince and I doesn't come with any of that.

I don't know why I have this silly idea that he might actually like me and this is the only way to express that.

My mind jerks back to the incident this morning, how we ended up arguing on our way to work and why.

It was because he doesn't hesitate to tell me how he doesn't believe in love and happily ever after. If Vince doesn't hide that side of him, what does this mean then?

Another reason I can think of is jealousy. Perhaps, he is jealous because Mark cooked for me. This is probably why he is doing the same.

But a man can never be jealous unless he likes a woman involved. Vince doesn't like me so what is this?