CHAPTER 11—Cook for him

FAYE

“Faye, do you know how to cook?” Sebby asked. I remember most of them now. They were all kind even though we just met.

This wasn’t the type where they ignored each other and even though it wasn’t their responsibility, they still helped each other.

I can quickly read a person’s eyes if they don’t like me or not, but there was none of that here.

“Yes, I used to have a husband,” I replied. I still remember how I used to cook for Rome. I was the one preparing the meals and I often fed him.

We were sweet every day, like children courting each other. He often brushed my teeth, and so did I.

He always said that my cooking was his favorite, no one else’s. He always praised my cooking and he said he loved me more because my cooking was delicious.

He said he gets turned on and attracted when a woman cooks well.

“Really? Can I ask for a favor? Ateng Kiray has a headache, she can’t cook. Can you do it instead? You can decide what to cook because everything is already in the fridge. Sir can