"You're going to do it?"
Camilla acted surprised, looking at Sinclair.
She absolutely knew, of course, that Sinclair could cook.
In her previous life, he had even cooked for her a few times; she just never ate it, that's all.
But now, she wasn't supposed to know.
"My cooking skills are not as good as yours," Sinclair gave a small smile, his clear and handsome face turning slightly soft.
"But it's just about edible."
As he spoke, he took off his suit and hung it up, and began to undo his cufflinks.
"I'll help you,"
Camilla reached out, undoing Sinclair's cufflinks for him, then gently rolled up his sleeves.
Sinclair lowered his eyes to look at her soft hair, her peaceful face, the expression in his eyes growing even more tender.
"Alright," Camilla looked up and directly into his warm, dark eyes.
Her heart instantly skipped a beat.
Sinclair leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Camilla's forehead. "
Just wait for me a little while longer, I'll be quick."
