Chapitre 50: Very unladylike.

Arwen blinked in surprise as she watched Aiden wrap an apron around his waist. "You are going to cook for me? You know how to cook?"

Aiden chuckled softly, moving to the refrigerator and then to the cabinets to gather the ingredients. Arwen followed him, waiting for a response but when none came, she sighed and asked again, "Tell me, I am already very confused."

"I am preparing Fettucine Alfredo for you. What else do you want to know?" he asked, walking to the counter. Arwen trailed behind him, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"Why?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Aiden turned to look at her with his brows raised. 

"Why what?" 

"Why Fettucine Alfredo?" She studied his expression, trying to read into it, but found nothing unusual.

Aiden smirked a little before taking the washed veggies to start chopping it finely with the needed precision. Arwen watched, quite impressed by his skill.