Trapped

Chapter 31: AFTER

Chapter Thirty:

Keeping myself on my toes.

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THE SMELL OF cooked bacon engulfed my nostrils.

It has been so long since I’ve cooked my own food, and it was beginning to make me uncomfortable. Unlike Maxwell, I preferred to have my food be ready with my own hands, and my own method. For I like the entire process it takes to cook a single meal. It was something that I find meaningful up to this day.

Our mom taught us to be independent ever since we were young. She was a hands-on mother when it comes to raising two daughters, and she didn’t want us to be a brat growing up. In which I could totally appreciate despite the constant nagging even when it comes to cleaning our own room–despite having maids. As I grew older, I realized that it was for our own good anyways.

“Hmm, the food smells nice, Max,” I heard Sebastian’s voice as he came from the living room, probably done with his morning jog, and marched towards the kitchen. He stood closer to the stove to see what I was cooking. “I didn’t know that you were getting better with cooking.”

I remembered telling him yesterday that I can handle cooking food from now on, and I had almost forgotten the fact that my soul is residing in Maxwell’s body, and she didn’t have any idea on how to cook. My sister even burnt rice before. I’m like—who f*****g burns rice? Yeah, my sister does!

“The cooking lessons with Chandria must be paying off,” I mentioned, still lying about the fact.

I could even hear Maxwell’s voice at the back of my head saying, ‘I already accepted the fact that I can’t cook anything in my life so just give up on wanting to teach me. Mom already gave up, you should too.’ Which was true since our mom never brought up that topic the moment that Maxwell almost burnt the kitchen back in the mansion.

“What are you cooking?” Sebastian inquired.

“Just a simple english breakfast.”

He made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, quite mesmerized that I was cooking almost a full course meal. Sebastian dabbed a towel on his forehead where beads of sweat were visible due to the morning jog that he just did, then muttered. “Alright, I’ll head up for a bath first. I’ll see you in a minute.”

“Okay,” I nodded at him, still not used to the fact that I’m living with my sister’s boyfriend.

I’m sure that the food will taste amazing, and maybe… just maybe… he would let me leave the house even though I’m strictly told not to.