Justin was drinking a glass of water when Ryan talked about rushing home to cook. Justin choked on
water and coughed. âAre you sure you are in your right mind, Ryan? If thereâs something wrong with
you, you should get Bella to check you out. I donât want you to get in my
sisterâs way of finding happiness.â
Bella crossed her legs on the sofa and clicked her tongue while
staring at Ryan. âOther players would just retire from the playing field,
nat
but you take it one step further by cooking for your woman. Thatâs good. At least youâre domesticated
now. Thatâs impressive.â
âAhem. It will be my first time tonight. I feel nervous.â For the 28 years Ryan had lived, he had never
been in the kitchen, much less
cooked.
âD-Donât push yourself, Ryan.â Carrie tugged on his sleeve worriedly
Bella looked skeptical and contemptuous. âYeah. You can set fire in
the kitchen for all I care, but donât involve Carrie.â
Justin pursed his lips. âIf your pan catches fire, turn off the stove and cover the pan with a lid to stop the
burning. Donât pour water on it.â
âI-I got it.â Carrie blinked and raised her hand compliantly.
Ryan scowled in rage. âTsk. I have common knowledge. I know youâre the perfect couple, but donât
treat me like a dummy.â
Bella was not happy to be lumped together with Justin. Before she could refute him, Ryan carried
Carrie and slipped out of the ward.
With the pair gone, the ward resumed its silence.
The air was filled with awkwardness, romantic tension, and sour
It smelled sour, all right. Justin had not taken a shower since the da
he was injured.
The bastard had turned into a stinking man.
Still, Justin was blessed with good looks. Despite his knotted locks,
he was infuriatingly handsome.
âAhemâ¦â
Bella cleared her throat and eased the awkward tension. Her
expression was indifferent. âWhile no oneâs around, we should get
down to it.â
âHow should we get down to it?â Justinâs voice rasped as he looked
deep into her eyes.
He had done nothing, but the yearning in his eyes had crossed the
line.
âHa! Donât forget that your life is in my hands, Justin.â
Feeling a burn in her cheeks, Bella gritted her teeth and sneered.â
Watch your mouth. I can stitch your head up, but I can slice it back
open too.â
Justin narrowed his eyes and stopped fooling around. âI know what you want to talk about, Bella. You
want to investigate the man who
tried to attack Celeste. You want to know the reason behind his
actions, right?â
A shimmer flickered in Bellaâs eyes, and she nodded. âYes.â
âI will sort this out for you, Bella. Once I get out-â
âI canât wait a second longer. Do you know the grueling damage and devastating blow this can cause to
Aunt Celeste?â
Bella interrupted him, her knuckles popping. âI had to put the investigation on hold to perform surgery
on you. Otherwise, I wouldâve caught the perpetrator by now.â
Justin showed no expression. All he did was look at her with a tender smile.