Aiden paused at that.
And Arwen noted his expression before speaking again, "Given that you know nothing apart from that one recipe, I can see there is a story behind. Please tell us. We will love to know … I will love to know."
That recipe was just perfect.
Just the way she likes it.
So, perfect that she couldn't rember when was the last ti she tasted it.
She did, she was sure of it.
But from which restaurant, she couldn't rember.
"Tell us the story behind it, Mr. Winslow," she urged, letting her curiosity surface in her tone. She wanted to know it, and she didn't an to hide it.
Aiden's gaze ward at her, and feeling the change in the air, the kitchen staff understood the natural cue.
They all slowly left, leaving the two alone.
Arwen waited for him to begin. And Aiden tried to read if she was truly just curious to know the story, or was there anything else she had been trying to find?
"That's the recipe of my mom. She used to cook it like that," he finally said after a long mont.
"Your mom?" she asked, her voice laced with interest. "You learnt it from her?"
Aiden nodded, "She taught when I asked her to."
"Anything special about this one recipe?" she asked, narrowing her gaze a little. "I know this is one of the best recipes I have ever tasted. But you learning this particularly, couldn't just be for that. Is there —"
"It was for soone."
Before she could even finish, he said it, answering exactly what she was asking about.
Arwen paused at his words. "Soone?" she repeated, the smile still on her lips —not just as vibrant as ever.
"Hm~" Aiden humd, nodding, accepting again. "I learned it for soone. It was her favorite recipe, and since she liked it so much, I wanted to know how to cook it for her."
Her breath hitched when she heard him ntion soone like that. He was without any doubt talking about so girl.
She knew he always had soone in his heart —one to whom he had kept dedicated for years. Still, right now, hearing him ntion another girl made her feel uncomfortable.
She felt a strange kind of burn inside her —one that she had never felt before.
"Was she the sa girl you used to like before?" she asked, forcing herself to speak as if it wasn't affecting her … at all. But she didn't realize her tone and the choice of her words had unknowingly revealed how badly it affected her.
Aiden stared at her for a mont before nodding with a hum. "Yes, that's her. Fettuccine Alfredo was her favourite."
"Heh! It's a common favourite, you know. Many like it. Even I like it … the sa."
"It's not common," Aiden said, shaking his head. "Not everyone has tasted the recipe, so having it as a favourite is not that common."
She raised a brow at his specified clarification. Gritting, she smiled, "Of course, what makes it rarer is that you cook it. Isn't it?"
Aiden turned to her, about to say sothing when his collar was grabbed and he was being pulled down, re inches apart from her.
Her gaze was filled with a fire of warning that made him blink.
"You better rember this as the dish I like, husband. Associating it with soone else —is not sothing I will take sitting low."
That ca more like a warning than Arwen intended, but anyway, she didn't regret it.
She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or not.
She just knew whatever it was, she could fight it. He was her husband, and he would remain one —always.
No one stands between them —not from the past, not in the present and definitely not in the future.
"You are jealous?" Aiden asked, his gaze beaming with intrigue.
Arwen didn't answer. She just tugged him lower to her lips and muttered against it. "I just wanted to remind you of who you are. My husband. If that looks like jealousy to you, then yes, husband, I am jealous."
His lips curled up in a smile, and closing the distance, he leaned more to kiss her.
However, just before his lips would have brushed against hers —
She pulled away, letting his collar slip out of her grip —very much intentionally.
Aiden stared at her, but she kept her face straight, looking towards an empty distance
"Weird, don't you think?" She turned to look at him, suddenly looking quite interested. "Even I am in love with the sa recipe. So, much that it reminds of the taste that made fall for the dish."
"It's not common, yet it's another thing that makes resemble so much with your first love. If I had known you from before, I would have almost thought that I am the one who kept you hooked for years."
She said without much thought, but Aiden froze at her words. His expression almost gave away the reality, but before she could notice it, it was gone.
However, she did notice sothing amiss in his attitude.
Her brows furrowed as she realized what she had done.
Although she doesn't regret what she said, she did agree that she let her emotions get the best of her.
She closed her eyes. She had two options to make ands:
One —she accepts herself to be wrong and apologize, saying she didn't an it at all.
And second —she accepts the reality loud and clear. Her emotions and all that she feels for him.
Her eyes remained closed as she let everything settle in her. The emotion she just felt when he talked about soone else … so endearingly. It still twisted her gut …
And she knew it.
This happened today, and it will happen again.
Every ti he would ntion soone like that, she would feel that burn unfurl in her, and even the next ti, she wouldn't be able to keep her reaction at bay.
So, why try to hide it today and pretend to be better next ti —when there would be no such next ti … ever?
She wouldn't hide.
Not anymore.
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