Chapter 31

　　Patricia

　　I have an uninvited guest inside my new kitchen. Alice isn't at home. She left early to find herself a part-time job, leaving me home alone to enjoy some quality time with myself.

　　I was happy with the idea that I would finally get some time to breathe and sort out my thoughts. I'm one of those people who needs her alone time.

　　Yet, I'm here, baking bread while glancing at Dior, who is smiling at me from the kitchen table.

　　"It smells delicious," Dior comments as he leans his cheek against his knuckles. "You've always been such a skilled baker."

　　I glare at Dior, suddenly remembering him calling me large, fat, and plus-sized at school. He never hesitated to give me a snide remark in the past, especially if I filled my plate with another portion. Yet now he is sitting in my kitchen, giving me sweet compliments while the mate-bond is zapping electricity between us—fate has a wicked sense of humor.

　　"I won't let you savor anything."