Chapter 82.

(Freya's POV)

"Thanks for buying me clothes," I said as I walked over to Ash who was at the kitchen bar table, busy preparing something.

"Does it fit your body?" Ash asked.

"Yes. "This is very comfortable," I said sitting in the chair.

"I'm grateful. I told my secretary to buy it," he said. He placed a plate in front of me with toast topped with jam and scrambled eggs, which looked perfect. And the cup of coffee he had prepared for me. Ash sat in front of me and looked at me.

“I didn't know you could cook?” I asked curiously.

The corner of Ash's lips lifted. “This is the only thing I can do. "Well, even though it's not perfect, it feels pretty good," he said.

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. “This is perfect. The visuals and …” I tasted the scrambled eggs and chewed them slowly. Surprised by the taste, I looked at Ash again. “...that feels good, Ash,” I commented.

Ash visibly blushed. He also tasted his cooking, he seemed also surprised by the taste of the food he had cooked.

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