Due to his busy schedule, he rarely saw her.
"Yes please, if it’s not too much trouble," he replied with a faint smile on his lips.
Food was thest thing on his mind since he and his men had gone to rescue the kidnapped girls. The girls were safe but he hasn’t contacted their rtives yet. But he lost three of his men on the mission.
But since everything was settled, he was starting to get hungry.
Anastasia stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes running up and down his figure, before she mumbled, "You look tired."
Xavier’s eyes widened a bit, surprised she could sense how tired he was.
"I will quickly go and fix something up for you," she added.
Without waiting for him to reply to her statement, he dashed towards the kitchen. The smile on Xavier’s lips broadened even more before he went to his room to take a shower.
When he was done, he came back downstairs and found the dining table garnished with a bowl of noodles while Anastasia stood by the side with her head lowered, refusing to make eye contact with him.
"I forgot I can’t cook," she mumbled, raising her head a little before looking back down in shame.
Xavier pulled the chair and sat down. "It’s okay, I can teach you how to cook if you want me to," he responded, which had Anastasia stare at him in shock.
"Ahh...N-no, it’s too much trouble," Anastasia immediately refused. She felt her body move to grab a chair and sit on it.
’Can he even cook? He might just teach me rubbish,’ Anastasia wondered. If only she knew the meal she ate after her allergies cleared up was made by Xavier.
"I can cook pretty well," said Xavier, as if reading her thoughts. "I’m the second best cook in my family," he added, taking a full spoon of noodles. It looked delicious and he was too hungry to care if it tasted good or not.
"And who’s the first?" Anastasia asked, quite shocked that he could cook.
"My father," Xavier replied before he stuffed his mouth with the spoon filled with noodles.
’His father? I’ve only spoken to his father once, at the party,’ Anastasia thought to herself before she heard Xavier make a sound as he chewed the noodles.
His eyes were closed as his muscles flexed, trying to keep himself from throwing up.
When he swallowed, he thought he’d survived a world war where salt was used as a weapon.
"Is it good?" She asked him.
Xavier stared at her cute expression for a second, sad that he was going to hit her with the truth.
"You added too much salt," he replied.
Anastasia’s shoulder dropped in disappointment as she rested her back on the seat. "I should have just woken up one of the maids instead," she mumbled before standing up. "I will go wake one of them up toe prepare something for you to eat," she added, getting up to take the bowl away but Xavier stopped her.
"Wait, I will eat it," he said.
"You just said there’s too much salt, you can’t eat it," she reminded, about to take the bowl again but Xavier held her hand.
"I said I will eat it so I will eat it," he argued.
"But it’s not healthy to eat something that has too much salt in it."
Anastasia was about to pull her hand away from Xavier’s grip, but thetter surprised her by pulling her onto hisp.
The both of them froze stiffly as they stared at each other in the eyes,pletely baffled by their position.
"I said I will eat it," Xavier repeated his words from earlier. His face was so close to hers that she gulped down her saliva in fear as her heart raced in her chest.
Anastasia blinked at him with her mouth slightly open. She stuck out her tongue, swiftly wetting her lips, anticipating what she wasn’t sure she wanted.
Xavier’s eyes quickly caught her action.
Silence reigned, none of them spoke a word.
Xavier inched closer to her lips, his hands tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer.
Anastasia closed her eyes, awaiting the kiss. She ced her hands on his shoulders and Xavier winced in pain.
She immediately opened her eyes and stared at him with worry etched on her face.
"What happened?"