Page 83 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Shirtless chest.

“I was, I-” I didn’t know why I had the sudden urge to explain myself. I expected him to let me go. But he didn’t.

Instead, his warm palms came down, softly on my cheeks.

“Are you hurt?”

Goosebumps dusted my skin. Fuck it. It felt good to be in his arms again.

“No,” I breathed.

We remained like that for a while. Until he pulled back.

He eyed me. Suddenly, I was aware of the tank top and shorts that were my nightwear. I shot him a strained smile.

Without another word, his shirtless back was to me. I watched his back muscles flex as he opened the fridge.

Right, fridge. I probably should have looked there first.

He turned to me, with two sticks of cucumber in his hands. When he reached me, he handed them to me.

I accepted it. Shivering when our thumbs brushed.

The heat from his stare was suddenly too much. So I turned to place the fruits on the counter. Quickly, I grabbed a knife.

Tightening my fist around the knife, I began slicing. Honestly, I didn’t know whatever I was doing. But this was better than facing him.

Was I even slicing it the right way? Wait, should my hands be crossed while slicing cucumbers?

I don’t think so. So why was-

Shutting myself up, I began dicing into tiny bits.

All of a sudden, his hands reached mine from behind. And I stopped.

“Eat.” His warm breath fanned my neck.

I gulped. “Eh?”

“If you’re looking for a snack, cucumbers are the closest things you’ll find to that,” his breath tickled my skin. “I gave you the cucumbers to eat, not dice.”

Oh…

Still from behind, he tugged a napkin from a rack. And wiped my palms with it. His movements were slow, and thorough.

Like he was taking his time with it.

“Mr. Reynold called,” his voice was softer. “He’ll be discharged from the hospital in two weeks.”

Silence descended after his statement. He didn’t need to speak further. I understood what it meant.

And a feeling of disappointment crawled through my ribs. I swallowed thickly.

Once he was done, he gently spun me around. He seemed to be studying my face as his eyes moved. Until something flashed in it.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” his voice was laced with desire as he stroked my cheeks.

I whimpered.

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