Chapter 50

Zara’s POV

I don't understand why my heart reacts like this. That my heart beats so fast every time this man's skin touches mine. I don't know why his touch seems familiar or why I felt a longing for this to happen.

When he let go of me, we started eating. I cooked caldereta chicken, hot soup with lemon grass, and roasted beef. I don't know what entered my brain and made me suddenly want to cook him.

I started to spoon some rice, but he put the rice on my plate. I smiled without realizing it. He caught me smiling, so I turned my face back to the poker face expression.

Shame on you, Zara!

We ate in silence. I was watching his reaction. I don't know why I felt relieved when I saw that he was eating well and seemed to like everything I served.

"Your cooking is still one of the best!" He complimented me, which made my face turn red. I am so embarrassed, and yet I felt so happy about how he praised me.

"How did we meet? What's your name?" I asked