Jaxen POV
Yesterday, I'd thrown together a rather haphazard meal.
Today, I wanted to make something proper.
Once our fifteen days on the island had passed, there was a strong possibility that Scarlett and I wouldn't share another meal.
The cooking abilities I picked up for her might never be needed again.
I listened to her shallow attempts at flattery and let the corner of my mouth lift as I seasoned the food.
“Scarlett, if I cooked for another woman someday, would you mind?”
“Hmph! Jaxen isn't allowed to cook for other women. I'd get jealous and cut off his hands!”
She stamped her foot as she spoke, then shook my arm as if she could force me to take back such an upsetting question.
I studied her expression.
All I could tell was that she desperately wanted internet access.
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