(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Eat Together

The dim atmosphere in the cafe not far from where Ann lived made her heart dim. Daren sat opposite him, looking at the face of my dear Ann who had been moody and lackluster since.

"Do you agree with your father's request?"

Ann shook her head quickly. "You think I'm that cheap? Even with you having been together for three years, I don't dare to do that!"

"But this time your relationship wasn't just a date, Ann. You are officially husband and wife. Actually he's entitled to ask for that 'thing."

Ann frowned in wonder at Daren's words. "So you mean I can sleep with him?"

"Of course not!! That's not what I mean," interrupted Daren in anger. "Don't try to touch you one bit! Seeing him holding your hand just now made me want to kill him!"

"Calm down, Daren. He just guided me earlier, no meaning whatsoever" said Ann.

"So soon end your marriage, then let's get married!" break Daren steady.

Ann's eyes widened to hear Daren's revelation. "Then what about your career?"

Daren didn't say. On the one hand, it was hard to let go of a career that was bound to be ruined but on the other hand losing Ann was also not a viable option.

"A Year, Daren. Just wait for me this year. I'll convince Papa to delay my pregnancy for a year. After that we can get back together without a hitch."

"Then what if you end up stripping from your Papa's heir?"

"No, Papa won't be that much me" Ann said confidently. He was Jonathan's only flesh and blood, there was no way that all his property would fall into the hands of anyone other than Ann.

"alright. I'll wait for you, Beb." Daren grabbed Ann's hand that was drooping on the table and grasped it tightly.

Ting.

Ann let out a long sigh before then swinging her steps out from inside the elevator. The kitchen light that was still on made Ann turn her head and noticed Kian who was cooking something there. The savory aroma of the spice was sniffed by Ann's sense of smell, her stomach instantly kicked. He only had time to drink coffee at the cafe with Daren.

"Aren't you eating?"

Ann flinched, her daydream suddenly broke to change the figure of Kian who was standing in front of her by carrying two plates.

"What's that?" asked Ann while pointing at the results of Kian's cooking that looked strange.

"Try first. This is the food that Grandma Sofia used to cook for me," Kian suggested as she turned to the dinner table and placed the two dishes there.

Smelling an appetizing scent and being offered to eat without even bothering to buy or cook, Ann shuffles to the dinner table without a second thought. He pulled the chair tucked under the table and sat impatiently.

He brought Ann's plate closer to the woman and sat across from her. While scooping the food, Kian noticed Ann who looked very greedy to enjoy the results of her cooking.

"Hmm, sludge. Inyi makanyan what's the mistress?" ask Ann with her mouth full of food.

Kian smiled flatly. He devoured the rice in his spoon while watching Ann who was very enthusiastic about chewing.

"Sofia's grandmother used to name her Vegetable Rice Trash."

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