Chapter 58

Our picnic was finished. Sander already fell asleep in his father's arms as soon as we headed back to the house. "I'll prepare our supper," Desmond said without looking at me. I only shrugged. He fell silent ever since we had come back. Sander thought that Desmond was sick at that time but he reasoned out that he was jaded for a while. It was not my fault if he was being like that. After all, Desmond thought that I could easily be persuaded again if he kept uttering such sugar-coated words. No. I was going to protect my heart this time. He would never hurt me again just like what he did in the past. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to come down and went to the kitchen area. I came to see the agitated kitchen personnel since Desmond was the one who was handling the kitchen now. So, he really was serious that he was the one preparing for our supper, huh? I turned my back. It was not my business to worry about what to eat. What I must do now was to confirm my suspicions. I cha