Are you hungry?

Caleb pushed her to the kitchen wall, his hands between both sides of her head, trapping her to stay still. He lowered his body by bending forward, his head closer to Amelia's neck.

Amelia could feel his warm breath brush against her neck which caused her to shiver.

Caleb was about to give a peck on her neck when he heard her asking, "Are you hungry?"

A smirk escaped from his lips. He looked at Amelia with amusement filled in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm so hungry."

He wanted to say that he was hungry for her but before he could speak, she blurted out, "Then, then... Let me make you dinner." Her face blushed because of their closeness. 'Now lemme go, you rascal.' She blamed him in her mind.

"You can cook?" Caleb was surprised. A rich, spoiled young lady could actually cook. He was truly amused by her. Seemed like... She was interesting!

"Of course, I can." Amelia proudly raised her head. "Now will you allow me?"

"Fine, fine." Caleb pulled himself away from her. "You may cook for me, your grace."

Amelia chuckled, slightly nodding her head. Then she went towards the kitchen counter.

"Where are they?" Mumbling to herself, she searched for something, opening and closing some drawers and cupboards.

"What are you searching for?" Caleb asked, confused.

Amelia flinched when she heard him. Her face filled with embarrassment as she spoke. "Instant noodles...?"

Caleb sighed, shaking his head. Apparently, he was correct. She really didn't know how to cook.

"Didn't you say that you can cook?"

"Of course. I can cook instant noodles deliciously."

"..."

Caleb speechlessly glanced at her for a moment before approaching her. Amelia got scared.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice cracked as she enquired. She looked like a little, innocent bunny who was ready for its death.

Caleb bent down and opened a drawer, taking out a pan. "Watch and learn."

Amelia watched him cooking like a professional chef. He wore an apron, and his dark brown hair looked messy. His whole persona looked dignified. For a moment, Amelia fell into a daze. Why did he look so handsome when he was cooking wearing a serious expression?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Come help me so that you can learn from now on."

Amelia's eyes lit up. "Are you willing to teach me?"

"Yep. But you must respect me as your cooking master."

"Tsk, Cooking Master?!" Amelia rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, she hopped over to his side.

Caleb began explaining, washing a pot. "We can use this pot to melt butter. Meanwhile, cut the carrots for me to make the season."

Amelia held a carrot using her right hand while taking the knife using the other hand. Her expression looked puzzled. She bit her lip nervously.

"Why are you still thinking? Don't tell me... You can't even cut a simple carrot," Caleb said in a mocking tone when he saw her diving into a deep thought.

Amelia glared at him. "I know how to cut carrots. It's just... I'm thinking about the most suitable method. Cross Chop, Rock Chop, Julienne Cut, Brunoise Dice, Small Dice, The Batonnet, The Baton or Pont-Neuf?!"

Caleb: "..."

"... Do you seriously think you can use all of those ways to cut a damn carrot? Wait... Do you even know them? Or just the names?"

Amelia rolled her eyes again. "Go away."

Caleb shook his head and took another carrot and the knife from her. Then he showed her how to cut the carrots.

"See... Did you get it now?" He asked patiently. "We can cut carrots into rounds, matchsticks, half-moons and more. It's according to your liking."

Amelia nodded her head. "Cool. How about half-moons?"

Caleb clicked his tongue. "Perfect! Half-moons are perfect for stews of course."

Amelia raised her chin proudly. "I knew it!"

Then they finished cutting all the vegetables. Caleb seasoned them with salt and pepper. Then he cooked them, stirring occasionally until vegetables became tender. Then he added garlic.

"Add flour," He commanded Amelia.

She did as he instructed, inhaling the soft fragrance. Without a doubt, she could feel that the dish was gonna be great.

Caleb showed her how to stir until the vegetables were coated well. Then he added chicken, thyme, bay leaf, potatoes and broth. Then again, he seasoned it with pepper and salt.

"Give me a mixture."

"Oh-kay!"

Thereafter, Caleb taught her how to simmer until the chicken was no longer pink and the potatoes were tender. It took him fifteen minutes to complete the task. Then he removed it from the heat and transferred the chicken to a medium bowl. Using two forks, he shredded chicken into small pieces and returned to the pot.

"Now we reached the final step." He said with a satisfying sigh.

Finally, he garnished the stew with parsley.

"Done!" Caleb clapped his hands together as he exclaimed.

Amelia licked her lips. Although she had her dinner earlier, she joined him as she felt hungry because of his masterpiece.

"Mmm... It's so delicious." Amelia praised him with a smile as she tasted the stew with a slice of bread.

"I know." Caleb shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a good cook after all."

Amelia held the urge to roll her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

Then propping her chin on the back of her hand, she asked, "When did you learn how to cook?"

Caleb let out a sigh. "When I was sixteen."

"Sixteen?"

Amelia's mind started wandering. According to that servant, he started fooling around with women when he was sixteen.

Maybe... He learned how to cook because he wanted to satisfy them. This thought made Amelia feel extremely uncomfortable.

Maybe he thought of teaching them how to cook just like he taught her!

A picture of Caleb teaching another woman how to cook appeared in Amelia's mind. The happiness she felt turned into sorrow. Her heart became sore. For some reason, she didn't want to see him with another woman.

'I'm his wife after all. That's why I feel so bad right now.' She thought sadly. She guessed it was the reason for the pain she was feeling.

"Why did you learn how to cook? You are a filthy rich young master anyway." She mocked.

Caleb shook his head. "Life is difficult whether you have money or not. So... Let's not talk about it."

Amelia was curious. "Why not? I'm your wife so I have the right to know."

"Amelia!" Caleb put down his fork and knife. "There are things you don't need to know. Don't pester me to tell them to you. Or else..."

"Or else what?" Amelia challenged him fearlessly.

Caleb went up to her and stood next to her seat. Bending down, he whispered into her ear, "I'll do something to you."

Amelia trembled when she felt his lips touching her ear. Then without a warning, he parted his lips and bit her earlobe!