Goodbye, My Love

Loraine’s face contorted into an amused expression, prompting a chuckle from her. “Can you even cook? Well, never mind. Just wait for me outside, and dinner will be ready shortly.”

She was hesitant to leave him alone in the kitchen. Knowing him, he might accidentally cut himself while chopping vegetables, and she would be the one dealing with the aftermath.

However, Marco was unwilling to back down. Having excelled in everything he pursued since a young age, he was confident that maneuvering in the kitchen couldn’t be that challenging.

Moreover, he sincerely wanted to do something for Loraine.

“If I don’t try, how will I know if I’m capable?” he countered, exerting pressure on the potato on the chopping board with an earnest expression, as though performing some crucial surgery.

For Loraine, cutting vegetables appeared effortless, as if the ingredients naturally aligned themselves into elegant and neat portions.

But when he began to chop, he found the potato to be somewhat uncooperative, refusing to yield to his knife.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

With renewed determination, he brought down the knife, succeeding in slicing it.

However, the result was far from satisfactory. The potato slices were jagged and uneven, a stark contrast to Loraine’s perfectly uniform ones.

Upon noticing the difference between their chopping skills, Marco felt a blush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks, and he lapsed into silence.

Suppressing a smile, Loraine held up a potato slice as thick as her thumb and playfully ribbed, “Marco, your cutting skills are truly unique. Even basic French fries would deem themselves too unsightly to be served.”

Flustered, Marco’s face reddened further, and he cleared his throat.

“It’s my first time cooking, and I admit I’m not adept at it, but if you’re willing to tutor me, I’ll pick it up quickly.”

Loraine couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a bit more.

“Tutor you?

There would be a fee involved for that.”

At her words, Marco swiftly leaned in and encircled her in a hug, intertwining her hand with his calloused one. His voice carried a husky undertone as he proposed, “Then instruct me wholeheartedly, hand in hand. However, I’m currently broke, so my only means of payment would be through… personal services. What would you like? I’ll cater to your every whim.”

Pinned against the kitchen counter as Marco held her, Loraine’s face turned a vivid shade of red. Caught between annoyance and embarrassment, she retorted, “Personal services? Absolutely not!”

Marco’s response was a soft chuckle.

Eventually, Loraine did guide him step by step, showing him how to chop vegetables and navigate through the cooking process.

However, with Marco’s arm around her, Loraine found it difficult to concentrate, and even though the vegetables he cut were an improvement from his initial attempts, they didn’t meet her standards.

At this rate, they might indeed end up skipping dinner!

Finally, Loraine resolved to evict him from the kitchen. As a slightly regretful Marco exited, he secretly vowed to learn cooking in private.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.