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Helen tensed up the moment she heard the question. Her expression shifted–slightly stiff, clearly uneasy.
“Oh, come on. Who else in this house even knows how to cook? If it’s not me, then who could it be?”
She didn’t understand why Teresa would ask something like that.
Did she suspect something?
Helen had always been careful–she only cooked when Teresa was out or made up an excuse to run errands and brought food back.
She thought she’d covered her tracks perfectly.
Teresa didn’t press any further; she simply said, “Tastes pretty good.”
After that, she walked out of the kitchen.
Only then did Helen’s pounding heart finally slow.
I knew it!
There’s no way I’d been found out.
Helen brought all the dishes over to the dining table. Teresa pulled out a chair and sat down. “Isn’t Linden home today? I thought he wasn’t going to the office.”
After some pondering, Helen said, “I’ve been busy in the kitchen all morning–I didn’t really notice.”
Teresa raised a brow and asked, “Busy all morning?”
Helen laughed lightly and explained, “Seafood’s kind of a hassle. Cleaning it takes forever, and then there’s all the chopping and prep work for the sides.”
In truth, she didn’t even know how to cook, let alone prepare seafood.
She was just parroting what her friends had said in conversation.
To avoid more questions, she added quickly, “Teresa, the crab’s just readily cooked. You should eat it while it’s hot. I’ll go get Linden to join us.”
Without waiting for a reply, she dashed upstairs toward Linden’s room, not giving Teresa a chance to ask anything else.
When she got there, the door was slightly ajar.
Through the crack, she saw Linden lying on the bed, playing a game on his phone. Helen gently pushed the door open. Smiling sweetly, she said, “Linden, it’s lunchtime.”
“Got it,” he replied without even glancing up, his eyes glued to the screen.
Helen stood there for a few seconds. When he showed no sign of moving, she walked inside and came over to the bed.
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Bending down, she reached out and tugged at his armi
“Come on. Your mom is waiting for us downstairs.”
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Linden finally looked up from his phone when he felt the soft, warm touch on his arm. His eyes landed on her face, so close to his, and then drifted downward–drawn to the glimpse of skin pecking from her neckline as she leaned forward.
His Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed hard.
Helen noticed.
She quickly pulled her hand back and adjusted her collar with both hands, cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.
The way she looked down shyly made her seem all the more bashful.
With her gaze lowered and voice barely above a whisper, she murmured, “Linden … don’t stare at me like that. I’m shy.”
Linden caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. He said, “I’m your future husband. What’s wrong with a man admiring his bride–to–be?”
Helen bit back a smile, playfully smacking his chest. “You’re impossible! Who said I was marrying you?”
Her soft slap didn’t sting, but it made his heart skip a beat.
Then he suddenly leaned in and kissed her.
Helen hadn’t expected it. She hadn’t meant to really provoke him–just a little teasing. But clearly, it had worked better than expected.
She playfully rejected him. “Stop it! Teresa’s still downstairs. What if she sees us?”
“We’re going to get married anyway. What’s the big deal?” he said, kissing her again—this time with more urgency.
At that point, Helen stopped resisting and kissed him back.
The room filled with heat and charge.
As they lay entwined on the bed and their kiss became more intense, Linden’s hand wandered to the button of her skirt.
Helen quickly caught his hand. Her voice was soft but shy, “Not now.”
Linden’s dark eyes searched hers, disappointment flickering. “Are you on your period?”
Helen shook her head. “No … just … not the right time.
She had only planned to take things a little further with him—not go all the way in the middle of the day.
Helen wanted to do it, but not with Teresa downstairs. If they got caught, it might ruin her image and make her seem to have loose morals.
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Linden, thinking she just didn’t want to cross the line before marriage, gave her a teasing grin. “Come on we’re both adults–and engaged, remember? Don’t be so old–fashioned, What’s wrong with enjoying things a little early?”
As he spoke, his hands began to wander again.
Helen knew better than to kill the mood. Softly, she said. “The door’s still open.”
In a way, this was good. Once she slept with Linden, shed truly be his future wife–no one could question her place after that.
She wouldn’t have to keep looking over her shoulder, worrying someone else might take her spot.
That reminder worked. Linden glanced at the door, then quickly jumped up, shut it, and locked it. Then, like a man on a mission, he returned to her side.
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