Chapter 50. Different Worlds

RAYNE'S POV

Eric drew out a chair adjacent to the counter as we entered the kitchen. He opened the cupboards behind him and fetched a pot and a pack of rice. After washing the rice, he put it on the rice cooker and went ahead with cutting the vegetables needed for the sauce.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Yes, you can." He said and I immediately got up from my seat.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just sit down and watch your perfect husband cook." He said and I felt my cheeks heat up. Why did he always use the word perfect when talking about himself? His brows knitted together in deep concentration as he diced the vegetables, and I stifled the urge to laugh. He proceeded into making the sauce. Soon, the aroma filled the air. Watching him cook reminded me of my family. The time when Daddy would propose to cook while Mom and I watched and laughed. I was so little then, but the memories still stayed fresh in my mind.

"Dinner is ready," Eric's voice pulled me