Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1577

"Just a minute. I'll fry you a couple of eggs. We'll talk after you've had something to eat. Can't do this on an empty stomach."

He reached for the eggs, only to realize that the dozens of fresh eggs he’d just had delivered were all gone!

The pile of black stuff in the trash was the sum of his 'masterpieces.'

He wasn't much of a cook…

To be precise, it wasn’t that he wasn't much of a cook, it was that he couldn't cook at all.

He'd never been in a kitchen before and had zero interest in it.

He was only attempting it today because of the special circumstances.

This place was far from the city, making food delivery difficult. And after their long night, Winona's energy was completely drained.

She hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch; she must be starving by now.

That's why he'd ventured into the kitchen, hoping to fry a couple of eggs to help her recover.

He had even looked up a tutorial video online. It looked so simple when other people did it.

Turn on the heat, add oil, crack the eggs…

He followed the steps, but not a single one turned out right.

It was a classic case of 'looks easy, fails hard.'

Keaton was mortified.

"...Fried eggs aren't that good anyway. How about some oatmeal? It's good for your stomach. I made you some."

He bent down to get a small bowl from the cabinet and went to serve Winona.

But as soon as he lifted the pot lid, Keaton froze. "!"

The 'oatmeal' in the pot was crystal clear; you could see right to the bottom.

He'd forgotten to add the oats.

He'd just boiled a pot of water.

Keaton: "…"

He was dying of embarrassment. He turned to Winona, looking like a big dog that had just been caught doing something wrong.

"Maybe I should just take you out to eat?"

Keaton: "…"

Winona continued, "It was just a drunken mistake. Don't take it seriously. It's already in the past."

Keaton studied her expression suspiciously. "You're not mad?"

Winona curved her red lips into a smile. "What's there to be mad about? It was mutual. It's not like you forced me. Are you mad?"

Keaton quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't dare… I mean, no. I'm not mad."

"There you go," Winona said. "Now let go of me. I have things to do, I have to go."

Keaton didn't let go. He held her arm even tighter.

He was gripping her arm so tightly that the muscles in his forearm rippled with tension.

An image flashed through Winona's mind of last night, of him pinning her hands down, his body moving forcefully over hers…

The veins in his arms had been bulging just like that.

Winona's heart sped up. She swallowed discreetly and teased with a forced, lighthearted smile, "Keaton, why are you so uptight? This isn't like you. After all the women you've slept with, you're really going to get hung up on a little drunken hookup?"

Keaton frowned, his expression serious. "You're different from them."