When Love Breaks by jack

His movements were swift. Gregory had washed and chopped the vegetables in less than half an hour. Although I mentioned wanting mashed potato, he seemed more inclined to make chips. It didn't matter. The chips were delicious, too.

Lazing on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through my phone, I watched Gregory come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. The typically proud Gregory scratched his head. "Uh, maybe you want to take a shower first?"

Puzzled, I responded, "I was thinking of eating first."

"Go take a shower. You'll feel refreshed and enjoy the meal even more," Gregory earnestly persuaded.

I couldn't figure out his angle. But that wasn't a hill to die on. Beggars can't be choosers, so I decided to compromise. Heading to my bedroom, I grabbed my clothes and made for the bathroom.

By the time I finished my shower, dinner was ready. Gregory was fiddling with something in the kitchen. Hearing me emerge, he momentarily looked guilty, then came out, saying, "Let's eat."

"Wow!" I was impressed by his cooking skills. "Didn't expect this. You're quite the chef."

The spread before us could rival any restaurant in terms of presentation. I wondered which divine skill Gregory lacked since he seemed to have them all. Gregory pulled out a chair for me, raising an eyebrow. "Open your eyes wide and see. I'm not lacking compared to your ex."

Sitting down, I looked up in confusion. "What about the chips? Aren't they ready yet?"

He lazily slumped beside me, "Chips? What chips?"

I reminded him. "Didn't you chop potatoes to make fries earlier?"

"Damn." Cursing under his breath, Gregory gestured toward the mashed potato on the table. "I was making these."

Glancing toward the kitchen trash can, I had an epiphany and started praising him, "Wow, you're amazing."

It was a classic bait and switch. No wonder Gregory suggested I take a shower.

However, the restaurant's cooking was genuinely good. Each dish was tasty and perfect, making for a very comfortable meal.

Seeing me satisfied, Gregory smirked, "You like the food?"

I smiled. "Love it."

Gregory added, "Would you mind loving everything associated with it?"

I smiled, no longer wanting to play along., "Are you suggesting I fall for the restaurant's chef?"

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"Yeah." Inodded, "Mainly because... no one cuts potatoes into chips when making mashed potato, you know that, right? Mr. Ford, have some common sense next time."

Before I could finish, my eyes widened as I instinctively blocked. Gregory's lips momentarily touched my palm, sending a shiver down my spine.

He looked at me with a leisurely gaze. "Quick reflexes?"

I quickly distanced myself, swallowing nervously, "If you were any quicker, I'd have to call the cops."

"Jane, you're my nemesis." Gregory flicked my forehead, lazily getting up to clear the dishes.

Before leaving, he mumbled at the entrance, "All the daily necessities a girl might need are in the living room cabinet. Remember to lock the door, and call me if you need anything."

"Anything else? Just say it all now."

"And," His voice softened, his eyes glistening with seriousness and m mischief "when are you planning to fulfill our marriage pact?"

I clenched my palm. "I haven't even got my divorce papers yet, and that

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marriage pact was made when we were kids."

Honestly, all these were just excuses. The real reason was I wasn't ready to vas! offer my heart again, to be cherished En or possibly shattered.