Chapter 67
Rye’s pov:
Zarina was really nice to tease but ... what I said was really true; Sh*t! I really missed her tongue! Ahahahha!
She left to check on her sick father again. I glanced at the clock and it was one-thirty in the afternoon. Our lunch was too late. I turned off the stove fire when I finished cooking the chicken stew for his father. I don’t know why I offered to cook it; do I want her father to impress me? Hmn! So, I'm also a typical man, am I?
It took Zarina a while to get back. I glanced at the table and the plates, utensils, and glasses were already there, the only thing missing was the food. I decided to just put them on the table myself so that when they arrived, we would just eat.
I translated the chicken stew into a large bowl and carefully placed
