"How was it?" Alexander faced her after she tasted the food. It was the first time he cooked their breakfast. Sandy never saw him do it before, not even once. The intimidating and full of mystery, Alexander White, was no longer him now. For her, he was much more vulnerable than her. Perhaps it was because she had known his past, the truth which he had been hiding. And she had just opened the wound which had been lurking inside him.
"Good, I didn't know you were good at this." She answered and focused on the plate. Indeed, it was the first time she tasted it, and it was great. But somehow, she wanted to ask him if he had done it before with Amara, his dead wife. She was that curious and insecure which Sandy never thought of feeling about herself.
" Do you want to spend more days here?"
