"That was…." Sera tried her best to sound calm. "That wasn't breakfast. And I'm starving…"

"Starving for what?" He smiled when he saw her frown. "Alright… I get it. Let me order something."

"I can cook."

"Oh? You wanted to cook for me on your own?"

This only made her irritated. She pushed him away and immediately found her clothes. "What do you want to eat for breakfast?" she asked.

"If given a chance, I would like to eat you. Every breakfast."

"Pervert."

He laughed at that. Then he sat on the bed and stared at her. "I want everything that you would cook."

"You will eat everything?"

"Everything."

"Even if it's poison?"

"Even if it's poison."

The assurance in his voice surprised her. She gave a wry smile and snorted. "I'm cooking some muffins and sausages."

"Sausages huh…"

"pervert!"

"Hey! I feel attacked!" Amusement apparent in his voice. "I will talk to some people then come down for breakfast."

She heard him say just before she left the room.

Whipping up a quick breakfast was really easy for someone like her who had been living alone for the past years. Oh well, there were times that Cross would join her but that was only once or twice a month. That man was so absorbed in his job that he was acting like he was thinking of something even when he was with her.

Just the thought of Cross made her smile. She wondered if he was safe, or even still alive. As harsh as it was, Sera's mind had sometimes wondered if Cross had died somewhere. This wasn't really the first time that he would disappear for a few weeks then suddenly show up out of nowhere.

At some point, she thought he was some sort of mafia boss or a drug leader. She used to tell herself that the reason why Cross didn't want to spend a lot of time with her is that his job was pretty dangerous. He didn't want to put her in any danger.

With this in mind, she felt a bit better about his absence. Right now, she was wondering what would Cross say once she tells him that she married some stranger. Would he get angry? Would he… get jealous?

Jealous?

She snorted at the thought.

Cross saw her naked, wasted, and in her weakest state. The man never acted as if she was someone special. He was… friendly and would tease her about her small flabs. But he never made her feel uncomfortable or insecure.

If she didn't accidentally felt his erection while they were watching an intimate movie, she would have thought that he was actually gay.

Alright, maybe she wasn't just his type. Or maybe, he always sees her as a younger sister. Either way, now that she was sleeping with another man and is about to sign some marriage certificate, she isn't planning to tell Cross about her unrequited love.

Sera stared at the muffins and sausages in front of her. Wondering what to do with her life now. She married Chris then let him manage the company. So… what is going to happen to her?

Oh well, she could just sleep with that man. After all, they were already married. Sleeping with him is not bad at all.

Scratch that.

It was mindboggling.

And maybe this was her pervert brain talking.

Or her hormones going on a rampage when she thought about sleeping with him.

But she was telling the truth.

Just the thought of it is making her stomach throb.

Damn.

Didn't she just have sex with him less than an hour ago?

How embarrassing!

"You're so red. Why are you red while staring at the sausage?"

She straightened her back and look at him. He was already wearing black sweatpants, shirtless.

Maybe he was trying to tempt her again?

And it was working.

For some reason, a part of her wanted to do it in the sink. And on top of this marble counter. Maybe against the fridge.

"Thinking about me?"

She didn't even realize that he was already standing close to her. She leaned back instinctively, her face burning. "What?"

"I said, why are you so red while staring at the sausages? You're not thinking of…"

"Huh?"

"Sex toys?"

"What?"

He laughed and moved back. Then he picked one of the small sausages and toss it in his mouth. "I'm buying you some."

"Wait… what?" she asked. "What are you going to…"

He only chuckled in response and moved across her. "Hmmm… this is pretty good. Where did you learn how to bake muffins?"

"Internet."

"Oh, I thought it's some kind of secret recipe."

She shrugged and ignored him. To prolonged her life, the best way to approach this situation is to ignore him. Ignore his seductive squinting eyes and a warm baritone voice that is turning her on. Ignore his tone muscles and abs.

Ignore that he even existed.

"I would… do it against the fridge. But we are in a hurry."

"What… how did you—"she widened her eyes as he laughed and gave her a wink.

"Got Ya."

So irritating. Seeing her starting to fume in anger, Chris held both of his arms up. "Alright, I'll stop teasing. But we are really in a hurry. We need to meet with our lawyer for the marriage certificate. From now on, he would take care of your affairs too. No need to worry, he is a top-notch lawyer in the country."

"I know that. Thank you." Having a good lawyer is actually a privilege that most people don't get.

"Oh, after that we need to do lingerie shopping."

"Huh?" For some reason, a vision of her in red lingerie being tied up in bed appeared in her mind. "I don't need that."

"My people didn't buy you some lingerie. I didn't ask them to. I don't want them knowing your bra size."

She blinked. What was this man talking about?

Seeing her daze expression, he continued, "Now that you are already my wife, we need to make sure that you don't run out of lingerie."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

He only laughed and grabbed the coffee that she prepared for him before saying, "I have a meeting in less than five minutes. I'll see you in thirty minutes."

Then he left her.

Alone.

Wondering why she would need a lot of lingerie.

"Weird man." She mumbled before she finished her breakfast.

It seems that her days would turn a little more colorful around him?