Chapter 18 When was the last time they kissed? (1/2)

Ryn changed into her comfortable sweatshirt and jeans. She tied her hair and put on the cap. Then she went to the kitchen to retrieve the chocolate cakes she prepared earlier. In a bag was a Tupperware of extra ganache which Angel demanded.

With those boxes, she walked slowly to the next door. She used her nose to press the bell, grinning at her own antic. If only Mei Li saw her right now, this manager of hers would cry in shock. No one rang the bell using nose and she just used it as her hands were full.

”Chocolate cake!” was all she heard before the boxes were taken by the happy Angel. She shook her head in disbelief. Trust Angel only cared about the chocolate cake rather than being happy to see her. Must be too starving now and Harry refused to serve before she arrived.

These two were so funny. He didn't seem like Angel's nephew with Angel acting more like Harry's niece instead.

”You're here,” Harry greeted while holding two plates of steak.

Unconsciously Ryn licked her lips at the sight of the steak. Harry really knew how to make the perfect steak. He even made his own black pepper sauce and whipped potato. Lucky for Angel and lucky for her as well, being a neighbour of Angel and could eat steak every time Harry made for Angel.

Harry chuckled. These two women were so alike but they did not notice it at all. They both looked like hungry wolfs right now, eyeing the steak hungrily.

”Let's have dinner,” he announced loudly.

”Finally,” Angel muttered, already taking out one of the cakes and placed it on a plate.

Harry and Ryn shared a smile.

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Jeremy parked the car right in front of Ryn's house. He checked his hair and face and nodded. He reached for his phone and got out of the car. He had booked the restaurant.

His finger tapped the gate as he tried to look inside the house. The door was closed tightly. Even the windows were shut close. Was she still sleeping?

He scrolled for her name and called. The phone rang twice, three times but no one answered. He frowned.

He tried again.

And again.

And again.

Finally, she answered the phone.

He smiled.

”What?” her cold voice couldn't even put a damp on his excitement.

”Let's have dinner together? I'm in front of your house.”

”What?”

Instead of the door of her house being opened, the door next door was flung open. At first, he ignored it but he caught something from the corner of his eyes.

What a minute…

His head turned and his eyes widened seeing her, his Catherine, walking hurriedly toward her.