WIDOW IN MY BED

Amanda hasn’t been out of the room since this afternoon, even though Katty has twice persuaded her to accept Matt’s dinner invitation, and she will refuse it outright.

“When exactly can I get off this ship? I can’t stand it if I have to be on a ship with that insolent man! That sucks! Why would I be stuck here? Or do I swim to land? But what about my stuff?” Amanda muttered to herself, thinking about how to escape the friggin’ ship. But there’s no solution, and Amanda thinks she’s hungry now because her stomach keeps ringing.

Amanda looked at her watch. It was eleven o’clock. Now, the kitchen should be empty, and he could sneak up there. With care, Amanda could finally sneak into the kitchen. He checked a refrigerator containing foodstuffs one by one.

Wow.. It’s a lot, even among the premium classes. Amanda’s excited.

His hands began to itch because he couldn’t wait to process high-class groceries. Amanda took some tuna, Almas caviar, oysters, lobster frittata, organic vegetables, and condiments. He started processing these materials at a fantastic speed.

Amanda’s cooking is complicated but clean and efficient. Both hands can move in harmony with his mind, creating a masterpiece with premium-class materials.

“Ehem!” A voice interrupted as Amanda was putting the caviar almas onto Deviled Eggs.

Amanda needs to realize she keeps her focus on finishing the dish.

“Is this how you treat the shipowner? After you stole some groceries in her kitchen?”

The woman snapped, staring at a man in a black shirt and messy hair who was also staring at her. From the man’s body, it gives off a very intense cigar smell. Strangely enough, Amanda loved the scent.

The woman snapped, staring at a man in a black shirt and messy hair who was also staring at her. From the man’s body, it gives off a very intense cigar smell. Strangely enough, Amanda loved the scent.

She’s a real chef, watch how to cook, it’s fun. Matt focused on what Amanda was doing, like watching a Master Chef live.

Matt’s presence immediately affected Amanda’s concentration, making the atmosphere in the room feel different, but Amanda was trying to stay calm. “Sorry, I’m just starving, and I need to eat. I’ll pay for these groceries if you don’t take it, stingy man.” Amanda replied as necessary.

“Who’s a stingy guy?”

“You!”

Matt’s sniffing a little bit.

“If you knew you needed food, why did you refuse my dinner invitation?” asked Matt to the point.

“Don’t want to. I wouldn’t say I like having dinner with you. You’re insolent, arrogant, pervert, and disgusting.” Amanda replied bluntly. Then, put them one by one on the table.

How horrible am I in your eyes?

“Ck!” Matt smiled wryly.

“Okay, okay. I am guilty of what happened today. But you should know that I want you.” This time, their eyes looked at each other.

Deg!

But Amanda immediately diverted.

“Never say things that will make others misunderstand. I know you only want me as a tool.” Amanda hoped that she could enjoy her meal without anyone’s interference. But the truth is, now this guy shows up and asks him to argue.

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Yeah… That sucks!”

“Treat others the way you want to be treated. Since you’re rude, I can also be a pain in the ass, even out of bounds. I have to keep myself safe from people like you!” Amanda’s statement sounded sarcastic. At first glance, Amanda, arranging the dishes, even looked at Matt vexingly.

Instead of being angry at Amanda’s decision, Matt was more comfortable on the woman’s side. The man approached her and sat right in front of the dish Amanda had made.

“What do you want?” asked Amanda.

I like the current situation. Amanda’s inner self.

“Eat. I deserve to eat it because it’s bought with my money, miss.” Matt replied with emphasis. Amanda chose not to retaliate.

At first, Matt just wanted to get some fresh air, but he thought the night breeze was driving his feet through the kitchen. After Matt’s stomach, he reacts after smelling Amanda’s cooking.

Amanda took another set of cutlery and set it right in front of Matthew Wallace. Amanda realized the ingredients weren’t hers, so she wouldn’t want to share them.

“Eat it, and don’t ask me to talk!” Amanda said coldly.

Amanda’s tired of dealing with men in front of her. In Amanda’s eyes, Matt felt so domineering, full of ambition, and unable to resist the man.

“Oya, we don’t know each other’s names yet. What’s your name?” asked Matt.

“I’m too lazy to tell a stranger my name.” Amanda couldn’t tell her name to someone she knew last night. What if that guy used his identity as one of the Howard family members? What else is Amanda’s intuition saying that this man in front of her is dangerous?

“Oh, come on. It’s just a name. Maybe we can be friends?” he offered. Wanted not to, Matt finally did what Jav suggested.

“Friendship is still too long, sir.”

Matt’s smiling. “Okay. I won’t insist, we can call anything. Names don’t matter, do they?” Matt liked the way Amanda interacted with him. She looks just the way she is: calm, intelligent, and brave enough. But what if Amanda finds out who Matt is? Will Amanda’s courage remain?

They had almost finished the three dishes Amanda cooked. After last night’s argument, this is the first time Matt and Amanda haven’t fought at all, even sitting at the same table quietly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Matt took the initiative to connect the conversation. “Why did you go to Havana?”

“For traveling.”

“Alone?”

“Haven’t you seen me all alone since yesterday, sir? You?”

“I have a job. Where have you been?”

“Penisula Zapata and yesterday’s festival. I was supposed to go today to study painting, but since I’m stuck here, that agenda is just a plan.

“Then, in exchange, I’ll take you somewhere else tomorrow. You should see the sunset at El Malecon Beach because the sunset color differs daily.”

Amanda’s a little tempted. “Is it pretty?”

This time, Matt looked at Amanda earnestly. The woman’s eyes looked beautiful, like the sunset, shining, but it felt dim.

“Yes, very pretty. Then tonight, we can see a salsa show.” Take Matt.

Amanda thought for a second. “All right, if you promise you won’t do any more pervert? I hate it!” Amanda said firmly.

Matt laughed away. “Okay, I promise!”

Wasn’t a promise made to be broken?

Amanda exited her chair and walked into the refrigerator near the table bar. Then, take a bottle of beer and sip it right away. Amanda says beer and seafood are the perfect blend. Refreshing.

“What would you like to drink? Let me get you some.”

“I’ll get my drink.”