"Victoria, you look really beautiful with a blush on your face." Chad Yakov released her, returning to his seat, but his gaze never left her.
Staring at the red wine stain on her corner of her mouth, his long fingers gently brushed over his own thin lips, which still had the lingering scent of their kiss.
The shine on his thin lips seemed to be suggesting something...
Victoria Gibson had just caught her breath and it was disrupted again in an instant.
Secretly cursing in her mind: Evil Genius!
"Victoria, you're the first girl I've ever wanted to cook for. Are you touched?" Chad Yakov placed his hands on the desktop, sitting up straight like a student in front of a teacher.
His rare seriousness, his anticipatory eyes, as if hoping to hear words of praise from her mouth.
Victoria Gibson came to her senses, her knife and fork still pressed on the steak, fragrant and flavorful, it was indeed delicious...
