Chapter 92

Initially, I wanted to prove Rosaleigh wrong.

She'd asked if I could prepare any Switzerland delicacies, I said I couldn't but wondered how hard it could be.

I mean, how hard can it be?

I ended up burning the cheese and because we were too focused on the burnt cheese, the potatoes in the oven suffered the same fate.

We then decided on room service while we watch a movie, "Now this is how you make Raclette," she teases while moaning softly.

I give her a playful side eye then we continue eating in silence, I couldn't focus on the movie, granted that it's in German.

But Rosaleigh on the other end has her eyes glued to the screen, following the subtitles like they're just words in a book.

The flash of recognition when a certain word is repeated and reaction of the actors, she's a quick learner.

The entire two hours my eyes are on her, observing her every move. The flash of hatred when Hans is with Kristin, when she bites her lip in anticipation.

Occasional realization that her stomach is