This mommy is good at everything except cooking.
...
After dinner, Sophie was busy washing dishes in the kitchen when Asher suddenly squeezed in. The kitchen was quite spacious for her, but with Asher's tall figure standing there, it felt a bit cramped.
"You go out first." Sophie pushed his chest with her little hand.
"I didn't eat enough at dinner."
"..."
Sophie was speechless. Her cooking skills were nothing to brag about, and Asher indeed didn't move his chopsticks much during dinner.
"Should I call to order delivery now?"
"I hate the taste of takeout."
This man is really hard to please.
"Then what do you want to do?" Sophie asked a bit helplessly.
"Just keep me company tonight and feed me well..." he said with a meaningful tone.
"No." Alexander is still here, what's he thinking about all this inappropriate stuff?
Seeing her lips pouting, looking a bit annoyed, he unexpectedly felt quite happy?
He hugged her in his arms, his jaw resting against her forehead.
