Chapter 34

AYLA

I knitted my brows in confusion. "What?"

"It's nothing. Never mind." He shrugged.

"No. Tell me." I said.

"Later. You see, I don't want to die starving. Food poisoning is fine with me." He turned back to chopping veggies.

"Step aside, I'll do it." I said, understanding that he doesn't want to talk about it now. And I'm not going to force him, not after he shared a part of his childhood with me. One step at a time. Yes, one step at a time.

He didn't move an inch from his place. He kept on chopping veggies, or doing random things like washing cooking pan, grinding the spices and so on while I started knitting the dough.

"Oh, that smells cool." Nate shouted from the hall and I chuckled. Off course. Indian food always slaps harder.

"What are you cooking?" Axel asked, looking at me curiously while I knit the dough.

"My food." I grinned.

"Do you cook often?"

"No. It's been couple of years." I replied.