Page 53 of His Hell Girl

She didn't even bat an eye.

Not one to give up, I quickly follow her.

"You like chocolate," I say when I find her in the kitchen, looking around the various empty cabinets.

She pauses, turning toward me to raise an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to do this time, Vlad? Poison me? Give me some type of potion so I succumb to your wiles?" She shakes her head at me, turning her attention back to the kitchen.

"I didn't put anything in it. Look," I tell her, showing her a big box of chocolate and the fact that it's sealed shut. I open it and pop a few pieces in my mouth, wanting her to see there's no poison or any type of potion.

She watches me through narrowed eyes, almost as if she doesn't want to believe me. All the while I can't help myself and stare at her, her beauty never failing to make me speechless.

Even with her short hair, she's simply stunning, and those full lips… I have a hard time swallowing as I get lost in her features, her honey-colored eyes keeping me captive.

Damn, but she makes me forget myself.

"It's really good. Have some," I take a few steps so I'm closer to her, thrusting the box of chocolates in her face.

She looks down at them for a second before shaking her head.

"I'm hungry. So unless you plan to feed me some actual food, I don't care for chocolates now," she says, and my eyes widen.

Of course! Why didn't I think of this?

"Perfect." I smile at her, placing the box on the table and grabbing her hands to lead her to a chair. "Sit down and I'll make you something to eat," I say, a little too enthusiastically for someone who doesn't know how to cook.

But how hard can it be?

"No poison," she mutters with half a smile, and I can't help the happiness that blooms in my chest when I see that. Even if it's half—it's halfway there.

"Of course. I'll make you thebestbreakfast," I declare.

Leaving her at the table, I ransack the kitchen for some food, realizing that I hadn't gotten much.

There are just a few eggs in the fridge. Nothing else.

Shit!

Looking back, I see her watching me expectantly, and I know this is something that Icannotfail.

Taking the eggs out, I try to remember if I've ever read how they are cooked, and then follow the steps from memory.

Identifying an omelet recipe, I find a bowl, and crack the eggs, then I start whisking them.

"I didn't know you could cook," Sisi notes from behind, still watching me intently.

I didn't know either.

"Piece of cake." I beam at her, even though inside I'm sweating at the thought of doing this all wrong.

It's just eggs! How hard can it be?

When the mixture seems to be homogenous enough, I heat a pan and pour it inside.

Wholly focused on getting it right, I'm surprised when I feel Sisi behind me, draping herself on my back, her hands coping a feel of my shoulders.

"You've been working out," she notes, her hands going lower and distracting me from my task.

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