Chapter 1235

“Since you’d like to have steak, why don’t you come in and give me a hand.”

Jared’s culinary skills meant that her assistance was not required, but being in the kitchen by himself could prove to be boring, and so, he called her in, hoping she could keep him company while he was at it.

“Jared, since when have you required assistance when you cook?” Nicole took her coat off and strutted off to the kitchen.

Jared looked at her with a smile and did not utter another word. He knew that he had gotten what he wanted when she came over.

“What do I need to do?” Nicole looked at him and asked.

“Wipe my sweat off me,” Jared said with a smile.

Hearing that, Nicole was stunned for a moment, ‘Is he out of his mind? He just started and there’s no sweat!’

“Jared, there’s not even a drop of sweat, what am I even wiping?” Nicole looked at him, puzzled.

“Impossible. I can already feel it. You’re not planning to idle around, are you?” Jared said, deliberately messing with her.

Unconvinced, Nicole stared at him and said, “I’m not, okay?”

Then, she grabbed a towel and carefully wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead.

“Jared, can you lower your head a little?” Nicole asked after a few wipes, and when he did, he was inches away from sticking his face onto hers, making it possible for him to smell the fragrance of her hair.

“Is this distance alright for you?”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Nicole gently pushed his face away, and continued wiping away.

“Wasn’t it you who told me to lower my head? Why, what’s up?” he asked, before an imperceptible smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t you think you have lowered your head a bit too much? You’re basically sticking it right into my face,” Nicole retorted. ‘He’s so awful at playing tricks on me.’

“Oh really? And there I was, wondering why it was so smooth and smells like perfume?” Jared said with a visible look of dissatisfaction.

“What’s with that look on your face? You don’t like it?” Nicole bit her lower lip and stared at him with a threatening look.

“No, I like it. You’re helping me by wiping the sweat off me,” Jared insisted.

“I’m not wiping anymore. There’s always more no matter how often I wipe it. ” Nicole placed the towel down and stood aside to watch Jared cook.

“Fine, you can stop with the wiping, then. There’s an apron over there, help me out and bring it over here.” Jared ordered, already thinking of other ways to torment her.

Nicole glanced at him helplessly and thought, ‘It was I who wanted to have steak. I guess I have no choice but to bite.’

“Here’s the apron you wanted.” Nicole handed the apron to him.

Jared spread his arms, deliberately looking at the greasy stains on his hands, after which he pretended to wear the apron, and failing to do so even after several attempts.

Nicole, who was standing at the side, issued a sigh while he waited for her to help him out.

“Stop moving. I’ll tie it up for you.’ Nicole wrapped the apron around his waist, prompting the corners of Jared’s mouth to twitch in triumph.

“It’s fastened.”

“Thank you.” Jared looked at her with a smile on his lips.