Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

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.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“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 out of my reverie.

“Huh?” I stuttered. ‘So soon?’ For how long had I been lost in my thoughts? He pushed the tray of food in front of me, and as the smell filled my nostrils, I smiled. It smelled really nice. I picked up the spoon from the tray and took an ample quantity into my mouth. I marveled at the taste of it. It tasted as good as the last time I had them.

ERIC’s POV

Watching her eat is one of the things I’m starting to love. How she eats so heartily with a smile like she knew the value of food. And here I am, unable to eat. We come from two different worlds, while she misses her late parents, I’m here, wishing that I never had a father. I wonder what her parents were like.

Seeing how much she speaks about them, and that smile of longing that often appears on her little face when she does, I couldn’t help but wish they were alive. She loves them, I’m sure I would have as well. Plus, I also would have loved to see what fatherly love felt like from her own perspective.

“Here, have some. It’s really nice,” her voice found its way deep into my thoughts, pulling me from it. I looked at her smiling face, then at the spoonful of food, she was holding out for me.

“It’s delicious, you’d love it.” She said and I nodded.

“Of course, I made it, so I’d love it,” I said, letting her feed me. Sitting with her, being fed by her, and watching her smile, all of these little things gave me an unexplainable kind of feeling. It was new, not something I had experienced before. I never thought such simple things could be fun. I could just live in her world for a few days.

“Let’s see that movie tomorrow night, shall we?”

She nodded fervently, her eyes glowing with a great deal of enthusiasm.

“While you are away tomorrow, I’d pick a movie and wait for you to return.” I could hear her enthusiasm waver at the last sentence. Does she not want me to leave? If not, she can just say it. But, I knew she’d never. She wasn’t that into me yet.

“You know, if you want me to stay, you can just say it.”