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STELLA’s POV
It was six in the afternoon when I started cooking with the recipe book on the table as my guide for cooking Cheol’s favorite dishes. Coco was with me in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, waiting for me to throw food on him.
“Coco, I’ll just cook us some food to eat, okay?” I told him. “Stay here…”
Cheol was still on the couch, still working with something on his laptop. I thought he had a bit of progress now. I noticed earlier that he couldn’t do his work properly because he kept on looking at me. I was just pretending that I was reading the recipe book but I knew that his full attention was on me, not on his laptop.
I smiled as I turned on the stove and to start cooking. “Cheol, do you prefer basmati or brown rice?”