Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 56: There’s nothing to prove

>Mallory

Sigh. I felt like I shot myself at the foot.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the cutting board, my fingers tightening around the knife completely lost in thought.

"Why the long face?" the voice of the man rang out. I lifted my head, who was busy cutting some vegetables, the steady sound of the knife filling the room. He was leaning at the counter, playing with an onion in his hand, tossing it lightly from one palm to the other like he had all the time in the world.

"Why do you think?" I shot back and turned my gaze back at the carrot I’m cutting, not even bothering to look at him.

I’ve got ahead with my emotions and says all kind of things. I feel like I had just made everything worse.

"Prove that love was real and I’ll leave you and your son alone."

Is what the old man said, but how should I do that? The thought alone made my stomach twist.

Should I just kiss this man in the lips in front of them and get this over with?

The idea made my face heat up even though I was alone with my thoughts. I shook my head lightly.

"As if!" I cursed on myself, launching the knife at the cutting board harder than usual. The sharp sound echoed in the kitchen, a little too loud, making my frustration clear for everyone to hear.

"That’s not how you dice it." His voice breathed in my neck, and it took me by surprise. I stiffened at once. I haven’t notice he came behind me because I’m so lost in my own thoughts. One moment he was across the room, the next he was right there.

"Hey!" I complained when he placed his hand over mine, guiding it in the knife. My grip tightened, unsure whether to pull away or stay still. Then he leaned in closer and whispered in my ears, "Careful. Grandpa is watching."

I lifted my head slightly and surely there he was, the man nonchalantly peeking at us from the living room as if we wouldn’t notice him. He didn’t even bother to hide it, he was acting like observing us was the most normal thing in the world.

I let out a sigh and let him. There was no point fighting it now.

His head leaning over my shoulder, his arms wrapping over me, I feel small. His breath warm against my neck, not failing to send small shivers down my spine. It felt like I’m sensitive at every thing he does when he’s this close, every movement, every touch was so vivid to me.

Bulge

"What was that?" I snapped quietly turning my head over to him. Something hard was pressing behind my back.

He chuckled, "That’s out of my control."

I tried to push him away but his grip over me has just tightened. He was confining me inside his arms, his hand still busily guiding my hand.

Just what part about this situation makes him hard? Is he a masochist?

"Sister-in-la–" Vale’s words trailed before him when he suddenly appeared inside the kitchen, his footsteps stopping short as his eyes swept the room.

I pushed Venz so hard in panic he came clutching his stomach from the pain, stumbling back a step as he tried to catch his breath.

"What?" I smiled gently, pretending nothing happened while I continued to chop the vegetables, the knife moving in quick, steady motions as if I had been doing nothing else.

"Oh, I just wanted to check on my nephew upstairs while you prepare. Would that be alright?" he smiled, I’m sure he knows something’s up but pretended he didn’t notice anything, his gaze lingering for a brief second before turning away.

What an angel.

I quickly turned away and glared at my husband, whose hand was raised in the air as if surrendering, the smile on his face is saying something else though, his eyes still teasing as he stood there without a hint of guilt.

"Let me help you cook wife." he offered, opening the fridge in his own volition without even waiting for my answer, the door creaking softly as he leaned in to look through its contents.

"Do what you want." I conceded, my shoulders relaxing just a little as I turned away and started cooking.

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I quickly set up the utensils inside the long dining table we never use in this house, the sound of plates clinking softly as I placed them down one by one. Venz footsteps was also closing in.

I lifted my head as soon as I fixed the last set of napkin, smoothing it flat with my palm. Venz was already standing in the door. In his hand was a bowl of dish, his hand wearing a mitten, his other hand holding the bowl carefully as if it were still hot.

I walked over to him and took the bowl from him. "Let me finish it here, call grandpa and Dr. Vale here." I ordered, adjusting my grip on the bowl.

He nodded before handing me the dish, stepping aside to give me space.

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Vale arrived with my son on his hand, which took me by surprise how he was able to tame my kid so easily. My son rested calmly against him, his small hand gripping Vale’s sleeve. But somehow it just made sense since my son has been warming out with everyone in this family.

The entire lunch was awkwardly quiet. All you can hear was the soft clinking of the utensils, forks brushing against plates and cups being set down carefully. I wanted to receive a feedback about my cooking too.

But that would be a stretch to ask, right? I kept my eyes on my plate, pretending not to care.

"Ahem." the old man cleared his throat, breaking the silence. Everyone raised their head to look over at his direction. "I’ll be leaving after this." he announced, his voice calm but firm.

"Alright." Venz replied before returning to eating, unfazed. Taking a piece of meat and eating it elegantly, savoring the meal carefully.

"Nevertheless, I won’t be complaining about his name for a while." he added, glancing briefly in my direction.

"Yes?" I asked. What made him change his mind? Not that I don’t mind though. My grip on the utensil tightened slightly as I waited for his answer.

"There’s nothing to prove when it’s already written all over his face." he replied as he let down his utensils gently, the soft sound echoing on the table, and wiping his mouth with a napkin and standing up.

What does he mean by that? Written all over his face? He doesn’t look different than usual though?

I secretly glance at Venz direction.

"Then, I’ll stay for awhile. I would like to spend some time with my patient more." Vale smiled gently, adjusting his hold on my son.

"Suit yourself."