“How do you know me so well, knowing that I’m not in a good mood and cooking for me?” Jane saw Patrick cooking for her and couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth in her heart.
She reached out from behind and wrapped her arms around Patrick’s waist, pressing her cheek against his back. Feeling the warmth of the man’s body, Jane’s heart was warm. This feeling was comfortable, warm, and something she liked.
“Why didn’t you wear an apron when cooking? You’ll get oil stains on your clothes.” Jane noticed that Patrick wasn’t wearing an apron and took one down from behind the door to tie it around him herself.
Patrick stretched out his big hand and hugged Jane as he turned the tables on her. He nodded slightly, meeting her bright eyes before lowering his head to kiss her lips passionately.
“Ugh…” This sudden kiss left Jane dazed for a moment. This man was taking advantage of her even while cooking!
Jane instinctively tried to push Patrick away. “Let go of me…”
But before she could finish speaking, Patrick’s tongue had already slipped into her mouth, sealing off any further words from escaping.
As their lips intertwined with each other’s’, there was a strange sensation like electricity running through every cell in Jane’s body making it tingle all over.
His big hands clasped onto Jane’s slender waist tightly as they kissed deeply under the falling rain of kisses that seemed endless.
“Don’t move,” said Patrick as he deepened their kiss even more while pushing up against the kitchen counter where they stood together locked in this passionate embrace.
Jane found herself breathless by this intense kissing session but tried to push him away again only to be held tighter by him saying, “Don’t move; let me hold you.”
The two sweetly embraced each other with kisses filling up every inch of air around them until suddenly…
“Wait! What if Amy comes in?” Suddenly remembering something important made Jane’s face turn red with embarrassment at being caught like this by someone else.
Patrick leaned back slightly changing positions slowly before whispering softly, “She won’t; I made sure she left early today.”
Hearing these words made Jane’s blush deepen realizing that everything had been planned beforehand by Patrick himself!
On the stove in the kitchen, soup was still simmering. Jane sniffed it carefully and noticed a strange smell in the air. Suddenly, she realized, “Wait a minute, Patrick, something is burning. Can you smell it?”
Lost in their embrace, they had forgotten to turn off the pot on the stove.
Patrick quickly released Jane and turned off the switch. “This is chicken soup that I stewed for a long time today specifically to nourish you.”
Looking at the burnt pot with furrowed brows, Patrick seemed disappointed.
Jane could tell that Patrick was upset and comforted him tenderly by saying, “It’s okay; you were able to prepare me a candlelight dinner with your own hands which means so much to me. Besides we still have steak even without chicken soup.”
She glanced at the plate of marinated steak, “I love steak most.” Jane said with a smile.
Patrick affectionately rubbed Jane’s hair and said seriously but deeply, “As long as you are happy; I prepared this surprise today just so that you can be happy every day like now.”
He wanted to forever preserve Jane’s smile; therefore he would use all his strength to protect her.
“I am happy when I am by your side.” Jane said gently while looking at the messy kitchen. She smiled and said, “Let me help you out; let us cook together”
Being able to cook together with Jane made everything bearable including sharing candlelit dinners.
With her eyes curved into crescents, Jane occasionally gazed tenderly into Patrick’s face while they both worked busily in the kitchen.
Patrick fried steaks while Jane handed him seasoning.
Jane stir-fried vegetables while Patrick chopped them up beside her. They cooperated seamlessly.
“The steak smells great! You’re quite skilled in cooking!” Jane joked as she sniffed lightly before carrying plates of food into dining room.
Inside, the sight before her stunned her completely. The candles flickered on top of candelabras, the vase held several roses, and beside them lay 99 rose bouquets. Red wine had been poured into glassware already.
It turned out that Patrick had arranged everything beforehand.
Jane’s lips slightly curled upwards blushing slightly, she returned back inside feeling touched.
She exclaimed emotionally, “Patrick, you worked hard today. I really like roses!”
The man’s thoughtfulness successfully won over Jane’s heart; she fell deep under his gentle yet ambiguous spell.
Patrick’s face, with its sharp angles and clear lines, broke into a smile as he reached out to take the woman’s slender hand. “If you’re happy, then I’m not working hard enough. After dinner, I’ll give you another surprise,” he said.
He deliberately left Jane in suspense, refusing to reveal what the surprise was no matter how much she asked.
“What is it? Tell me now so I can act surprised later,” Jane said curiously. The candlelit dinner had already been romantic enough; she couldn’t imagine what else Patrick had planned.
Patrick’s face twisted into a mysterious smile as he lightly flicked his finger and refused to tell her anything more. If he revealed the surprise too soon, it wouldn’t have the desired effect.
During dinner time, an exquisite candelabrum filled the air with a light fragrance while vibrant roses complemented Jane’s rosy complexion. She smiled coyly at Patrick and raised her wine glass in thanks for such a wonderful evening.
Patrick held his tall glass by its stem and took a sip before saying, “Let’s get married soon so that you won’t have any more worries when you’re with me.”
Jane blushed at these words even though Patrick had already proposed and they were about to hold their engagement ceremony soon, hearing him say this again still moved her deeply.
Thinking back on their journey together thus far, full of twists and turns, they finally ended up together as if fate itself had brought them together.
“Let’s eat first; steak is your favorite flavor,” Patrick said slowly while staring deeply into Jane’s eyes with his intense gaze.
Red wine flowed freely between them as they laughed over their meal, rare smiles gracing Patrick’s usually cold features.
Jane picked up her wine glass once again after finishing her meal; clinking glasses with him in celebration of their love amidst sweet laughter filling every corner of the room.
Looking at Jane’s rosy cheeks once more before standing up from his chair, “Come on,” he said taking hold of her arm gently but firmly, “I’ll take you somewhere for our next surprise.”
As they walked towards the door hand-in-hand, Jane was lost in thought about what other surprises awaited outside.