My Dangerous Boy's

Part 75 - Dangerous Boy (2)

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All of a sudden, the sound of a dropped plate rang out loudly inside the kitchen, making Zavier just grunt in annoyance. He stared sluggishly at the broken pieces of the plate, before moving to take the broom and sweep it clean.

Afterwards, Zavier again glanced around his kitchen which already looked very messy.

Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink, a few tablespoons and knives spread all over the kitchen, and on the table there was also pasta sauce falling.

How horrifying...

He then turned his head towards the trash can, then shuddered in horror when he saw it. I don't know how many plates and cups he broke in a few minutes. Even the trash can was immediately filled with only pieces of glass.

Well done, Zavier.

Shit, this is just for the sake of a plate of pasta, errata, two plates of pasta that Zavier will serve. In fact, the man had already bought this food in advance, so what he had to do now was just reheat it.

Well, he doesn't cook, he only heats the food he buys. However, take a look at the state of the kitchen after Zavier finished using it in a few minutes. It's really broken and messy.

****, this is all because of those two plates of pasta.

Zavier could not imagine how his baby would react when he saw this.

Oh, no-no, it's not his mispaste, but his own fault.

Geez..honestly, Zavier actually wanted to lure Shella through this meal. He knew that she liked pasta foods like this, so Zavier decided to buy them, then served them in front of Shella.

No, he meant, he bought the pasta, then took it home. And after that, when Zavier has managed to take Shella to his apartment, he himself will reheat the paste again.

So, the whole point of it all is, he has to make Shella think if this is her. Good at cooking pasta and any food, even though it is not real.

Out of all, Shella couldn't have thought if Zavier had just heated this meal, instead of cooking it, right?

Oh, lords...

Zavier suddenly smiled faintly, when he realized that he had finished heating these two plates of pasta. His smile grew even more widened when he saw the pasta he was warming had been neatly arranged.

I really am a romantic guy. Wait for me baby. You will definitely be mine in a moment, inner Zavier and praising himself.

Just hope that Shella is captivated by this pasta charm!

Wait... pasta charm? You're crazy, Zavier.

"What's up Zavier? What are you doing in there?" Suddenly, the voice he knew so well greeted his eardrum, making the man who had been smiling instantly turn his face into a surprised look.

"Zavier!" The voice was getting closer to him. Zavier panicked, he turned around, then sighed annoyed because the kitchen was still messy and he had not had time to clean this up.

"Don't come here, Shella!" zavier is hysterical. The man took off the apron he was wearing in a quick motion, then moved out of the kitchen.

From afar, Zavier could see the head of Shella, which had been bent from behind the wall, making the man speed up his steps and head towards the woman.

He then blocked the view of the woman who seemed to be very curious about what she was doing. Zavier turned to close Shella's eyes using one of her hands, then whispered.

"Don't go to the kitchen, baby" she said, cupping Shella's entire face with one more hand.

However, the girl instead shifted the palm of Zavier's hand that was covering his eyes in uneasiness, then frowned in surprise.

"Why are you in there? Is there a war? It seems like from earlier I kept hearing the sound of broken glass," said Shella and immediately stared at Zavier's brown eyes.

The man sighed softly. "There is no war in the kitchen. You just have to wait and sit on the sweet couch alone," Zavier replied and smiled, but it was still unable to cover the curiosity of Shella.

The girl held one of Zavier's hands cupping his face, then violently released it.

"I'd like to see-Hey!"

Shella's words were cut off when Zavier suddenly carried the girl. Her pretty face instantly flushed red, either out of embarrassment or surprise.

Zavier smiled faintly, before stepping his feet towards the living room. He continued walking until the man finally released Shella's body on the sofa.

"Wait a minute. I'll be ready in a minute" said Zavier calmly, then poked Shella's tiny nose. It's small.

"What are you doing!" the woman screamed and spontaneously held her nose which was immediately flushed due to the action of Zavier. He grimaced and lamented his favorite nose.

His nose now looked very much at all to that of a birthday clown. Greaty!

"I'll go first. Stay here and don't move a little bit" Zavier said and pressed on some of his words, indicating that he was unwilling to break his orders.

But, instead of listening, the girl got back up from the sofa and clashed with Zavier. He just passed the man.

"No! I still want to see what you're doing in the kitchen. I'm a little suspicious of your behavior and---ZAVIER!"

Shella's calm voice then turned into a loud screech. He felt his body drift for a moment, before suddenly a burly hand cupped his face slightly violently and in the next second, he could feel if his lips were landed by a hot kiss.