Scarlett POV
“When you cooked for me, I complained too much.” His voice was softer.
“I always thought, why would you need to spend so much time in the kitchen when I could just hire a chef? I didn’t understand why you cared so much about cooking for me.”
I didn’t know what to say. “And now?”
“I shouldn’t have complained when you cooked for me.”
He stepped closer. Then, almost out of habit, his arms went around my waist.
I immediately stiffened. “Don’t.”
“Should I learn to cook properly?” he asked.
“Then I could cook for you.”
“Absolutely not. I’m afraid you’ll poison me.”
“How would I?” He sounded genuinely confident.
“You went from being terrible at cooking to being pretty good. If you could learn, so can I.”
I clenched my fists.
“I regret not poisoning your food years a
