Bab 737: Many Times Husband

"Do you know how to cook?"

Kael froze mid-bite, his spoon suspended in mid-air as he glanced up. Nora Frost was staring at him with an expression that could only be described as curious, though her gaze felt sharper than he might have liked. Added to that, the one sitting on her side seemed to be sending laser beams his way. If looks could kill, Kale was sure he'd be lying dead now, his face in the porridge bowl in front of him.

Clearing his throat, Kael forced himself to answer, "Uh, no... not really." Somehow it felt incriminating to answer that. As if it would be a negative mark for him

Nora raised an eyebrow, her curiosity only seeming to deepen. "Why not?"