Chapter 213

The following day, Leila makes up her mind to go and see Tatum about the subpoena and she mindlinks him.

‘I need to see you.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘It's not about the divorce, I promise,’ she says, frowning, knowing he is just avoiding her as usual.

Tatum says silent for a while.

‘Fine, I’m at home, the one opposite you.’

When Leila steps into Tatum’s house, the one as big with as many rooms as hers, it is scarcely furnished, just a single couch in the living room, no TV, no rugs, no portraits, nothing but a pleasant smell hangs in the air.

It is quite obvious he only comes here because of her.

“Tatum!” She yells and her voice echoes through the empty space.

“Kitchen,” comes his reply.

He’s cooking? Since when did he learn how to cook? That day with Amara, he thought he was just messing around for Amara’s sake.

Well, five years is a long time to learn anything.

Tatum doesn’t turn back or stop his stirring when she steps in, he is shirtless and the ridges and contours of his muscular