Flashback!!
“You had my number all this but never contacted me. Why?” Tiara asked, helping Wylder in the Kitchen when they finally met on the weekend at Wylder’s place.
“Ara, please!! I don’t need your help.” Wylder said, getting scared as he saw the knife in her hand. Hell, he was scared from the moment since she offered her help in the Kitchen. She and Kitchen was the worst combination ever. Either she ended up burning herself, making something fall on the ground, or cutting her own fingers.
“But I want to chop salad,” Tiara whined. She didn’t like that Wylder was busy with cooking, and she couldn’t help him with anything. She couldn’t stay in the Kitchen because she used to start feeling hot and she didn’t like sweating a lot. There were a lot of lists of why she used to stay away fr
