Luca cooks?

ELENA'S POV

I tossed and turned in bed as the night by, unable to sleep. I was used to sleeping alone but now I felt so out of place in the room assigned to me.

Everything seemed so intimidating.

Which is why I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up and walked out of the room, the door gently closing behind me. According to the information I received from the maid, no one would be in the house by this time except me and the man who ran this place. Namely Luca.

The house was filled with lights that stayed on and was eerily silent. Seems like he was asleep.

I wrapped a hand around myself, suddenly realizing that I had not eaten dinner. After my conversation with him, I had not wanted to eat anything but now I was hungry and I couldn't bear it anymore.

A while back, I had given myself a tour of the mansion so I knew where the fridge was.

Quietly, I tiptoed there and swung open the fridge to look inside at the assortment of food and snacks.

I could probably grab a canned food and warm it up in the microwave but that would take too much time and I wanted to hurry back to my room so instead I checked in the cabinets and grabbed a packet of Doritos.

The package crumbled and made a loud noise as I tried to open it making me freeze. I stopped to listen and know if he was awake but there was no sound.

Nah, it was risky, I should take this up to my room and eat.

I slowly turned around and that was when I bumped into something just casually standing behind me.

I let out a yelp then my eyes widened In horror as I saw Luca staring down at me with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“May I ask why you're making a mess in my kitchen at 2am?” He asked, his morning voice husky and deep.

I looked down at the packet of Doritos. Was it worth it?

“I didn't expect you to be awake”, I replied, raising my gaze to look at him.

He frowned and scoffed. “That doesn't answer my question, Elena”,

I sighed knowing that I was getting now here with this. “Fine, I was hungry. I didn't make a mess too, I swear. I just grabbed this” I raised the packet up to prove my point.

He didn't even bother to look at it, his eyes drinking in my appearance.

I must have looked like a hobo.

“Seeing you like this without the makeup and all…” he paused and furrowed his eyebrows.

I avoided his gaze.

“I like it. Suits you. Beautiful either way”, he muttered under his breath but I caught it.

He nodded toward the Doritos and smirked. “is that what you plan on eating?”

“I didn't feel like cooking”

“Can you cook?”, he suddenly retorted.

That was something that made me cringe. “No” my voice was a whisper.

He suddenly realized what he had said and he placed a palm on his head. “I swear, I didn't mean it that way”

I quickly nodded and clutched the packet tighter, ready to make a run for it be it needed but no, he suddenly pulled the packet away from my hands, the sound making me cringe inwardly as it made a loud scrunching sound.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching as he popped the packet open and took out a few pieces which he dropped into his waiting mouth.

“Can't have my wife living on Doritos, can I?” He asked with a slight smirk.

“Oh,” I muttered.

He went behind the counter and brought out instant noodles. “Noodles”, he said raising it up for my weary eyes to see.

I felt my hopes dash against the rocks. Since he was cooking, I was expecting a whole assortment of dishes but noodles. Oh well, he wasn't even supposed to cook a damn thing for me.

He noticed the look In my eyes and the glimmer in his eyes died replaced by a hardness that was barely ever there. “What you expect me to cook for you the world's largest pie? It's 2 in the morning and I'm making something light for you to eat. If you don't like it, there's another pack of chips” he said with a frown.

I quickly shook my head, knowing that he was taking this the wrong way.

“No, no, it's perfectly fine”, I said quickly.

He scoffed and started to prepare the noodles while I watched with fascination.

“So um…” I tried to make light conversation as I leaned on the counter

He added spices to the food and spared me a slight glance. “So uh?” He repeated after me while looking at me with dead eyes.

It seemed like something had made his mood change and I wonder if it was because he remembered that I was a kleptomaniac.

“I just wanted to ask, why are you even cooking for me?”, I just blurted out.

His hand froze then he continued doing the food nonchalantly. “You did so good at convincing everyone in my family about the relationship. I think you deserve it. Don't expect this to be an everyday thing. It's just this once and that's all, got it?”

I quickly nodded. Of course, that was what this is.

“Or is this about the fact you feel pity because I'm klepto?”, I asked, my voice a whisper.

He was chopping vegetables but he stopped and looked at me deadly.

Wrong move, Elena. Especially when he was holding a knife that he looked like he could handle pretty easily and kill me if needed.

“Dont. Your condition isn't something that I'll give you pity for. It sucks but I'll treat you like I wanted to. It doesn't change anything. I don't care what you choose to carry in my house. It's fine Elena” he said.

I nodded quickly and ran a hand through my wild hair.

He was staring at me with his body leaned towards me over the counter then he seemed to snap out of it and his gaze returned to the simmering noodles.

“Give it a minute” he muttered roughly.

I couldn't help but smile. Maybe I would survive this.