Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 21 I Won't Let Anything Happen to You

Elsa tried to stand but collapsed back onto the couch. She was trembling from the pain.

Jeremiah frowned, with worry written all over his face. He was confused and couldn't understand

why Elsa was adamant about not going to the hospital.

I seized the moment to speak and urged him, “She's in this much pain, and you're still listening to

her about not going to the hospital? What if something happens to her...."

Jeremiah's expression changed. He ignored Elsa's objections and scooped her up before striding out the door.

After placing her in the back seat of his car, he reassured her, "Hang in there, Elsa. I won't let anything happen to you.

Standing at the door, I watched the car speed off with a cold gaze. It felt deeply satisfying.

As I turned to head

inside, I was met with a pair of deep unreadable eyes across the street. Eric walked toward

me while I was in a daze.

He glanced in the direction Jeremiah had left in with a frown on his face. “What happened? Need my help?”

I shook my head and curled my lips into a good-spirited smile. “I'm fine. As for them..... they're just

getting the karma they deserve."

Eric studied the

smile at the corner of my mouth, and a fleeting unreadable emotion crossed his eyes. He was sharp enough to piece together the gist of the situation and didn't press further.

Instead, he changed the subject. “I remember you owe me two meals now. When are you treating me?”

I looked up at the sky. It was getting late and close

to dinnertime. “As usual, there's no better time than now. How about today?"

I stepped aside and

gestured for him to enter. "To show my sincerity, I'll be cooking today. Just sit tight and wait for a bit.”

Eric seemed surprised. "You can cook?"

Before marrying Jeremiah, I was the pampered daughter of the Browns and never had to do any household chores. My hands were for sket

But in an effort to be the

type of woman Jeremiah liked after marriage, I painstakingly learned to cook and eventually mastered the skill.

It was ironic when I thought about it, but now, it was a useful talent for living independently.

I blinked and snapped back to reality. Then, I smiled at him. "Of course! Don't underestimate me.

My cooking is as good as any professional chef's."

I washed Eric some fruits and inquired about his preferences. Then, I headed into the kitchen to start preparing the meal.

Eric followed me into the kitchen and rolled his sleeves to reveal his

strong forearms. As he came over to stand beside me, his gaze swept over the countertop. “Anything I can help with?"

I focused on cutting the meat and didn't look up. "No need. You're a guest, so don't bother. Just sit and wait."

Eric sighed lightly and uttered in a helpless tone, “But I'm famished. I might faint from starvation by

the time you're done."

I paused before raising my head to shoot him a look of annoyance. "Just say you wanna help. No need to exaggerate."

I handed him some vegetables and requested his help with washing and prepping them.

The cooking process sped up considerably with Eric's help.

When I grabbed a plate for the final dish, I didn't notice a puddle of water on the floor. My foot slipped, and I stumbled straight into Eric's arm Though caught off guard, he instinctively reached out to steady me.

My hands landed on his firm chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, I could feel his solid muscles underneath as well as his strong and st Blinking, I looked up at him in a daze. Eric looked down, and our eyes met. There was a subtle change in the air.