"Eat your sandwiches," he said, offering her the tray, and she took a bite, her eyes closing in rapture as she savored the taste. "Alex, you're a very good cook," she said, her mouth still full, nodding in satisfaction.
I'll do the cooking once we get married, don't worry," he said, smiling affectionately at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Oh, that's a relief," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, and Alex raised his brows at her. "So, I don't think you cook that much, huh?" he teased, his tone playful, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Not me. My mum used to do the cooking before she passed away, and when we moved in with my grandma, she wouldn't let me and Damien help out in the kitchen. She said she didn't want to bother us, but I'd always chat with her while she cooked, so I picked up a thing or two," Dunice said, a nostalgic smile spreading across her face.