Chapter 106

“Sounds great to me,” he said, hiding his surprise that she bothered to cook at all.

Her town-house was even more of a surprise. Country-style furniture and very comfy, where he’d envisaged either ultra-expensive antiques or that cold, minimalist stuff you saw in style magazines. In no time he was sitting on floral-cushioned wooden chairs and forking spicy Thai chicken and noodles into his eager mouth, washed down with some refreshing Chinese tea.

“You’ve no idea how much I enjoy eating food other people have cooked,” he said between mouthfuls.

“You’ve no idea how much I enjoy seeing someone else eat my cooking,” she countered. “It’s always just me.”

He let that information sink in whilst he downed some more of the simply delicious food. There was so much he didn’t know about her. “Why did you marry a man so much older than yourself, Angela?” he asked when both their plates were empty. “And please…don’t give me some bull-dust answer. I want the truth.”