CHAPTER 117

- HAZEL -

Nothing beats having a nice meal. I have a towel wrapped around my head and I’m putting on a robe. The moment I finished bathing, hunger hit me hard and I couldn’t do anything else but head downstairs.

Killian didn’t bother to stop me considering he was just as hungry. Now we’re both sat in seats well tucked into the dining table. “What dish is this?” I ask without taking the food tray covers off.

“Something you might know.” Killian responds. He takes the napkin by the side of the covered food dish on the table and unfolds it. I avert my gaze from him back to the covered meal as curiosity eats me up. I know Killian is a good cook. Heck, I even know he’s good at almost everything, he does his things to perfection, I am a witness to that and I can fully testify but when it comes to something I’m going to put in my stomach, coupled by the fact that I can’t cook. . . Knowing the meal in question would be way more relieving.