After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage novel Chapter 62

The room was so small that there was almost no space in the kitchen opposite the bed.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the steam was rising, blurring the edges of the dim space.

Parks stood by the stove, wearing only a white vest, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and his muscles trembling with every move.

He threw the pasta into the boiling water skillfully, and his rhythmic movements were almost calming.

"Tonight, I'm going to make your favorite tomato pasta." He said, with a hint of playful warmth in his voice. Then he turned around, frowned his black eyebrows, and showed a mischievous expression. "You'd better eat two bowls, otherwise you'll be in trouble tonight."

There was not even a decent dining table in the room.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at him as usual.

It's hard to believe that a person who was born rich and was pampered and admired by those around him could act this drama so realistically.

Parks came over with a bowl, and his tone was very gentle, "Be careful of your hands."

Then, as if he remembered something, he looked at me and his expression became serious.

"Baby, can we talk for a second?".

I looked up at him.

Before he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID.

At that moment, the expression on his face changed.

He answered the phone without hesitation, turned slightly, and whispered.

"There is an urgent job, and the salary is two hundred yuan more than usual."

The pasta were cold and hard, and I had no appetite at all.

I took a bite.

It was awful.

So awful, in fact, that I felt tears stinging my eyes.

Funny.

I thought I had made my choice.

I told myself I wouldn't get hurt. None of this mattered anymore.

But something inside me still trembled as I saw the name flash across the screen - Nina.