Dutiful Husband

“You didn’t think that I don’t know how to prepare good meals, did you?” Anna raised a brow, amused at his shocked expression.

“You never fucking cooked.”

“Now I did. I also made shrimps and meatballs. I’m good at this.”

“The fuck you are. Here I was thinking you have a special hatred for the kitchen.”

A frown settled on her face at the cocky smile he passed her. She could already see the real Caspian overtaking the body of the man who had just given her an orgasm. The Caspian who always had a cocky smile on his lips and drop snicker comments wherever she went. It was exhausting to have that Caspian around.

“The fact that I didn’t eat much doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook.”

“I thought otherwise as you acted like a spoiled child.”

Caspian took a spoon from the table and sat astride her on the high chair. He gave the food a good stare. It was surprising and unbelievable at the same time. That his wife was capable of preparing such a dish and he didn’t know about it. She clearly hid