90. Washing dishes

"You don’t have to do this for me, you see," Kayden said with a playful glint in his eyes as he watched Eleanor serve him the food at the table. The aroma of the meal filled the room, mingling with the tension between them.

"Why?" Eleanor quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Because you're a celebrity model," Kayden teased, his tone light but his gaze lingering on her.

"And a wife," Eleanor added, her own teasing smirk mirroring his.

Kayden's brow twitched, a flicker of something passing through his eyes.

"You're taking your role quite seriously then," he remarked, taking the first morsel into his mouth and stealing a glance at Eleanor as she settled on the other side of the table.

"I don’t know why I am doing this," Eleanor admitted, her voice softer now, betraying a hint of vulnerability. "This is actually not my cup of tea... cooking, serving. I am not a wife material."

"Are you trying to convince me of that or do you want me to praise you for your extra efforts?" Kayd