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arms on full display. His tan skin glistened under the overhead light as he worked, his strong hands moving with surging case, the in the kitchen made it clear that this wasn’t exactly his element.
“A are you sure you don’t want me to take care of the cooking? Amber asked hesitantly, eyeing the mess unfolding before bed line misfortune of tasting Luca’s cooking in the past, and let’s just say, it had exactly been… edible. The thought of him and a three
taking on breakfast duties only heightened her concern.
Luca glanced over at her, clearly offended by her suggestion. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief, as though the idea of him not being able to cook was absurd.
“No, mummy! Me and papa are the sous chefs today!” Nico piped up, his eyes wide with excitement as he held a large wooden spoon that was dripping with a white, gooey substance. Amber raised an eyebrow as she realized exactly what that mess was. So that’s what he was stirring, she thought with a sigh, already preparing for what was sure to be a chaotic breakfast.
“We are going to make the fluffiest omelette ever! Nico continued, jumping around enthusiastically, as if the fate of the kitchen and their stomachs depended on it.
Amber took a deep breath, seeing the determination in both their faces, though she couldn’t help but worry. “Okay, fine,” she relented, though her concern was still evident in her voice. She eyed them both carefully, trying to make sense of the disaster unfolding. Let me know if you need me to chop any vegetables or anything.”
But before she could even move, both Luca and Nico shooed her away with exaggerated gestures, as if she were the one overreacting. “We’ve got it covered, mama, Luca said with a smirk, clearly amused by her worry, Nico joined in, waving his spoon in the air like he was the head chef of a five–star restaurant.
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Chapter 140
Half an hour later, the omelette was presented to her with the kind of me and fanfare that could have rivaled a Michelin starrat chef unveiling a dish. Both Luca and Nico stood proudly at the table, eagerly watching Amber as she took her first bite, Min, bouncing with excitement, could hardly stay still, while Larca, eyes glinting with anticipat, waited for her reaction.
Amber hesitated for a moment, glancing at the omelette, which was a little too browned around the edges, but it smelled decent enough. She took a bite, and despite the slightly burnt exterior, the taste wasn’t bad. But then, she crimehed down on something hard. Eggshells. She forced a smile, covering up her surprise.
It’s devcious,” Amber said with a smile, though her teeth were clenched,ying to mask the crunch she had just encountered.
Nico’s face lit up with joy as he jumped up and down in excitement. “Didu hear that, papa? It’s delicious! His small hands clapped together
in glee
Luca, still standing a little too close, grinned at Amber, clearly pleased with himself. He leaned in, his voice lowering to a playful, almost intimate tone. “You can kiss the chef if you like it that much,” he said, his gaze lingering on her lips.
Amber shot him a sharp, almost exasperated look, her lips curling into a wry smile as she ignored his remark completely. She didn’t need to entertain his teasing, not after everything that had happened between them.
But when Nico took his turn tasting the omelette, the excitement quickly evaporated. He took one bite, chewed once, and then his face scrunched up in disgust. Without warning, he spat the bite back onto his plate. “Ew! It’s crunchy!” he exclaimed, his little face twisted in
distaste.
Luca looked at the mess that had once been a hopeful breakfast, now looking like a disaster zone. Amber couldn’t help but chuckle, despite
herself.
“Never mind,” Luca muttered, shrugging nonchalantly as he surveyed the chaos in the kitchen. The counters were covered in spilled ingredients, the utensils scattered, and Nico’s spilled gooey concoction was everywhere. “I’ll just order something for lunch,” he said with a defeated sigh, as if the whole debacle had been a minor inconvenience rather than a culinary catastrophe.
Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Amber’s lips, reminder like a small chill running down her spine, the dream like happy family, was way beyond her reach now. And this….She looked round herself, a smiling husband, who was no longer her’s. And a son who she was soon going to leave behind….. this was only a
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
