Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

Chapter 15 (1000)

ALEXA’S POV

As Mr. Brown gives me a nod, I gesture him at the front of the stove where I was working. The kitchen staff watched closely as he observed while I teach him what to do.

“So you want to just season the meat evenly and generously, like so-” I showed him and move aside to let him do the rest.

I took a wooden spatula to help stir what I had in my pot, I couldn’t help but feel him staring at me.

“What’s your favorite thing to cook?” He suddenly asked as I continued stirring the soup inside of the pot.

“Hm? What do you mean?” I question.

“Anything specific?” I look over my shoulder at him.

“I guess… I like pasta, rice, and some other dishes.” He hummed before nodding.

“Oh ok… And?” He continued on questioning me.

“Um.. I love pancakes and omelets…”

“Pancakes?” He asked again.

“Yes. When the orphanage went bankrupt, Cody brought me pancakes from a local bakery,”

“Who’s Cody?” I felt my blood run cold and I kept my gaze on the pot I was stirring .

“My brother…” I mumbled quietly.

The kitchen fell silent for a couple of seconds. “That’s too bad.” I heard a voice say beside me.

“So where did you learn how to handle food, Sir?” I asked as I gave a light nudge on Mr. Brown’s side.

“Before my wife passed, I used to cook her meals,” he said with a smile. I turned my head towards him once again.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Really?” Mr. Brown nodded, turning off the oven when I finished stirring.

We continued cooking in silence once again until I decided that it’s time to clean up the table.

Once I was done cleaning everything, I turned my attention towards the older man, waiting patiently for him to notice and finish putting everything away. Once he was done, he grabbed a ladle and poured the stew in a bowl while I platted the chicken to carve for tonight.

“Is it bad if I could have a taste?” I joke as the smell of the food made me hungry.

“No, of course not!” He laughs and takes a small spoon from a drawer.

I stood shocked, watching him as he took a spoonful of food and lifted it in front of me to eat. I blushed as the kitchen staff members watched our gestures from one another until I built up the courage to take a bite.

“God, Sir, that tasted amazing,” a ridiculous big smile crept on his face as he gestured to the others to taste the food.

“Wow! You did great, sir!” A few more praises are heard throughout the room.

“You better not come down here, sir, or you’ll be taking our jobs,” A gardener who I saw making out with Cassy the other night remarked, making everyone laugh.

“You all shouldn’t praise me, I should thank all of you… And you, dear,” He looked at me and smiled.

After cleaning up the work surfaces in the kitchen, the kitchen staff members grabbed the plates and utensils, and we went upstairs together. It’s been five years since the orphanage was closed, I couldn’t help my memories there flash through my eyes.

“Alexa?” Mr. Brown puts a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay?” I blinked my eyes at him and nodded in response to his worried look.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Don’t worry about me,” We continued walking upstairs as soon as we got to the dining hall to prepare the table for dinner.

As the members finished preparing, I watched by the hall with Mr. Brown until they went back downstairs in the kitchen to wait until it was our time to eat. They had already left Mr. Brown and I alone in the dining hall once again.

“Thank you so much for teaching me how to cook Alexa,” I shook my head.

“No worries, Sir, you did a pretty good job,”

“I might have to learn more than just cooking stew though, I wouldn’t want to grow old and not know anything,” He laughed as I gave him a small smile, not getting what he was trying to say.

“Well sir, maybe you could pick one dish you enjoy making most?” I asked curiously and he stopped laughing abruptly as he looked into my eyes.

He sighed, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

“Why don’t you cook for me next time, instead?” My heart dropped as he spoke those words.

Was he joking? Did he seriously ask me to cook for him?

The last time I checked there are more than enough staff to feed two people in this mansion, let alone the employees inside this building.

“Are you sure, sir?” I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “You know there are a lot more competent cooks in your kitchen than your son’s nanny,” My remark made both of us laugh softly before he spoke again.

“Yes,” he nodded softly as he pushed himself off of the wall and approached me.

“Ok, but you will owe me,” I stated, smiling warmly at him while he chuckled.

“What might I owe you with?” he raises a brow at me as he walks slowly towards me with his arms unfolding infront of him and to his back.

“That’s another discussion we’ll be having when I have one in mind,”

“Fair enough, Miss Alexa,” I laughed at his comment.

“And you will never complain, Sir,”

“Never… So will you accept it?”

“Of course, sir, I’d be happy to,”

Suddenly, a sound of a ringtone rang from his pocket at the same time as Nolan opened the front door.

My gaze went from Mr. Brown to the entrance where Nolan walks in with a guest I couldn’t quiet see because of the statue by the stairs blocking them.

“I’ll be right back,” Mr. Brown excuses himself to another room as I prepare myself for another round of teasing from Nolan.

“Well, if it isn’t a bitch.”