Chapter 38

• Derek went to rest on the sofa in the sitting room, his eyes fixed on the screen of the television, obviously anxious to watch a football match.. I took a glance at him one last time before walking into the kitchen. Disheveling my hair with my fingers, I screamed into a bag, regretting that I made the decision to cook. How would he feel when he tastes my meal? Will he like it? What if he doesn't like me anymore when he finds out that I'm bad at cooking?
• "Oh! no"
• I let out a deep sigh, grimacing In front of the kitchen window.