Heart Melted
Heart Melted
I STEPPED FORWARD to approach it, and I was immediately amazed at what I saw. It was a family
picture—a teenage version of Lawrence with his mom and dad.
Now I am even more observant of how handsome he is even at a young age. I also take a short glance
at his dad, who is almost a carbon copy of him. And his mom, she looks stunning wearing a white
dress. There is also no denying her beauty and whiteness while smiling next to Lawrence.
I was shocked to hear the door open on my side. I immediately put down the frame I was holding and
faced him. I watched his dark eyes looking hard at the frame I held earlier.
“Y-you have a beautiful family,” I commented.
He just nodded and stepped closer to me. He has not lost his dark look since before. So I awkwardly
step back. I feel there is something wrong with what I did.
“I want to show you something,” he said as he passed me by.
Immediately my feet stepped to follow him. In a few moments, I was exposed to the grandeur of this
kitchen.
My lips are amazed as I go around his kitchen, which has a professional design. I honestly was
amazed by the costly furnishings and the tiniest touches. In particular, I am running my fingers over his
clean granite countertops, some steel equipment that is not worth a joke.
“Your kitchen was nice,” I slowly utter.
“This is actually my favorite place, next to the bedroom.”
I leaned over and glanced at him, now wearing an apron. He became even hotter, wearing a white T-
shirt and khaki shorts in his very manly and neatly way. The butterflies in my stomach also became
naughty because of the attention I was giving to him.
“I hope you don’t mind I’m wearing this. I’m more comfortable wearing it when I’m at the kitchen,” he
said with a half-grin face. He sounded apologetic, but I don’t even care. He still looks hot wearing his
apron.
“Nope, you look really hot.”
I immediately averted my eyes after I said that. He chuckled lightly and walked toward me.
I quickly looked up at him in utter surprise. His eyes look intensely hot. He was a few more minutes in
front of me as if I was not tired of staring. He licks his lower lip and exhales sharply.
“Alright, I’ll cook for our lunch. Stay there and relax.”
He quickly turned his back on me. On the other hand, I was just breathing well when he started to open
the double door refrigerator, and one by one, the ingredients came out to cook.
“Do you do this often?” I immediately asked.
“Yes. Usually, when I come out of the office, I stay here sometimes. I cooked my own food every day.”
I nodded and chose to sit in the high chair as I watched him cook, but I could not sit still. Every time he
turned around to face the granite counter, my heart almost jumped with excitement. His muscles
protruded, and those blue corded veins show off no mercy.
As he slices the vegetables in front of me, my chest tightens even more. His lips move slightly in a sexy
way. Even though his forehead was somewhat wrinkled, it’s still attacked me differently.
I was immediately able to sit up when I glanced at him. I cleared my throat and looked away. Gosh! I
felt like I was profusely sweating when I sat down.
“Ah, maybe you’ve already tasted a lot of foods. How about your mom?” I say as I tried to strike a
conversation.
He stopped for a moment in action and stared into my eyes. I swallowed hard. Again I feel like I said
something wrong.
“She passed away when I was fifteen in a car accident,” he lowly said.
I bit my lip hard because of my straightforward question. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
He just shook his head, and then a frugal smile flashed on his lips. He turned his back on me again and
continued cooking.
I felt awkwardly sitting in my seat. I think I was very complacent and thought about it. I also became
very insensitive. It did hurt me that I did not even know anything about his personal life. Whether he
has siblings or not or if his parents are still alive.
I looked down at the ring I was wearing. I bit down my lip hard. I gently caressed it. Am I right in
accepting the ring I am wearing? Or should I think more often?
“Food is ready.”
He quickly turned around and set the table. I also help him. I opened some drawers and pulled out a
fork and knife, as well as glasses.
He then placed two ravioli dishes loaded with parmesan and mushroom cheese, shrimp fried and drunk
in a sweet, creamy sauce.
The rich and aroma of a dish wafted down on me. I suddenly felt starving. My mouth watered the
moment I spotted the triple fudge delight.
“I hope you’re not on a diet.” He smiled broadly at me.
“No. I mean, Not so much!” My mouth-foaming uncontrollably.
“Good, let’s eat then,” he said with a silly smile on his face.
I adjusted my seat and began to pick up the knife and fork. Then he put me wine in a long glass and
hand it to me.
“Thanks.”
He leaned on the table and watched me the whole time. I noticed he was not eating, so I glanced at
him.
“How’s the food?”
“The food was as delicious as you promised.” I smiled.
The pasta tasted immensely satisfying. It melted on my tongue. I want to give him an applaud for what C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.
he cooked for me.
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at me before picking up his knife and fork.
“Carrick called me early this morning. It his birthday today. You want to drop by with me?”
Since I did not have a meeting scheduled today, I agreed to his question. Cindy really invited me, so I
have no problem.
“Okay,” I answered.
***
AFTER WE ATE, we went straight to the villa where we would take Clarence to join at the party.
I noticed Dad’s car in the garage. They definitely didn’t have work to do today. My heart was thumping
hard against my chest. I don’t know what can happen when they talk again.
I glanced slightly at Lawrence. His face still looks the same—dark and stoic. He seems to have been
thinking a lot since long ago, and I cannot guess what it is.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am,” Doris greeted us warmly. “Oh, good afternoon too, sir!” Doris shyly said to
Lawrence.
Lawrence nodded and took Clarence from her, and he immediately smiled at his father.
“Good boy!” Lawrence utter happily.
My heart melted, tears tempting to spilled in my eyes. They are adorable to look at as a father and son.
A small smile formed on my lips as Lawrence turned his gaze at me.
“Say hi to mommy!”
There I simply wiped the tears that wanted to reach my cheeks and avoided looking at him.
“Ah, come in first. I’ll just change my clothes,” I said lowly.