Chapter 25: Grip Her breast
Ethaniel was clearly no novice in the kitchen. His chopping was clean and efficient, his tall frame moving through the kitchen with an effortless grace. There is no disharmony at all, and there was even a certain inexplicable beauty in his movements.
How could there be such a flawless man in the world?!
He could handle himself in any social setting, cook in the kitchen, and deliver presentations in a meeting hall. He had accumulated all the envy and hatred in the world.
“Broccoli,” he called.
“Coming!” Kayla handed over the washed broccoli.
He blanched the broccoli on one side and poured olive oil into the pan on the other, tossing in the shrimp to stir-fry. The sizzling sound filled the kitchen, and a delicious aroma quickly followed.
“Apron,” Ethaniel said again.
Kayla promptly found an apron and handed it to him.
Ethaniel, however, didn’t make a move to put it on himself. Holding the spatula in his left hand, he spread his arms, expecting her to help him.
Kayla hesitated, not moving. Ethaniel waited, also not moving, while the poor shrimp sizzled in the pan, close to burning.
Even for the sake of shrimp, she has to give in…
Reluctantly, Kayla unfolded the apron, standing before Ethaniel. “Lower your head, please,” she muttered. Damn, why did it have to be a pullover apron?
On tiptoe, she raised the apron over his head. In the next moment, Ethaniel’s face was inches from hers, and their lips accidentally brushed together.
On purpose! He did that on purpose, definitely.
Flustered, she hurriedly got the apron over his head and moved behind him to tie it. Trying to diffuse the awkwardness, she reminded him, “The shrimp’s almost burning. They won’t taste good if overcooked!”
Ethaniel smiled slightly, pleased that she remembered the shrimp.
Soon enough, three dishes and a soup were ready.
Kayla called Oliver down for dinner. Oliver still wore an unfriendly expression, choosing to sit as far from her as possible.
“Oliver, what’s your problem with me?” Kayla raised an eyebrow as she placed a bowl of rice in front of him. “I’m the deputy team leader of the North District Major Crimes Unit, a role model for many!”
Oliver didn’t hold back. “No wonder Seatowne’s crime rate is so high. It’s because of cops like you who only know brute force!”
“I use brute force?” Kayla slammed her hand on the table, glaring at Oliver. “When have I ever used brute force, you brat?”
“Stupid woman, don’t slam the table during dinner!” Oliver’s large, bright purple eyes stared back at her fearlessly.
“Then why are you insulting my profession during dinner?” Kayla shouted back.
“Enough.” Ethaniel’s calm but commanding voice cut through their argument. His presence alone was enough to quiet them both.
Kayla huffed, sitting back down and grabbing a shrimp. For the shrimp’s sake… she would let it slide.
Oliver, seeing her puffed-up cheeks, also snorted before quietly resuming his meal.
With Ethaniel there, dinner remained relatively peaceful.
After dinner, Kayla offered to clean up, but Ethaniel directed her to help Oliver with his homework instead.
Initially optimistic, Kayla thought tutoring a six-year-old would be easy.
Five minutes in…
Kayla stared at the complex problem before her, struggling to comprehend concepts like Kidd’s Theorem and Annal’s Conjecture. Was this really elementary math?
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Well, how do you solve it?”
“Um… this seems a bit complicated… give me a moment to think…” Kayla didn’t want to drop the ball in front of the little brat, so she racked her brains.
Oliver, noticing her struggle, smirked smugly.
This was a question involving complex, unsolved mathematical theories. There was no straightforward answer. He doubted she could understand it at all.
Tutoring him? Hmph!
Ten minutes passed…
Kayla scratched her head, her thoughts in a tangled mess. For the first time, she doubted her own education.
After tidying up the dining room, Ethaniel went upstairs and saw this scene:
Oliver sat on the floor, engrossed in a hefty book, while that silly girl wore a sullen expression, her left hand constantly tugging at her hair , her right hand clutching a pen and scribbling calculations on the paper.
Quietly, he walked over, staying just outside her reflexive range, and glanced at the problem.
Mathematical non-logical reasoning?
His purple eyes swept over his son obediently reading, understanding the situation, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Ollie, have you finished your homework?”
“Daddy?” Oliver was startled, glancing nervously at Kayla, who was still scratching her head, and looked around guiltily. “I… finished.”
Ethaniel’s lips curved slightly as he leaned close to Kayla, his chin brushing her shoulder. “Such a simple problem, and you can’t solve it?”
“…” Kayla’s mind was a mess. Ethaniel’s sudden closeness made her jump, and she quickly turned her head. “You-back off!”
“If you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a kid, don’t move,” Ethaniel bent down, his breast pressing against her back. His long fingers held her small hand, starting to work through the problem on the paper. “This is called a non-logical conjecture. To solve it, you need to reverse your thinking… like this… then apply this theory…”
As he explained, he turned his head, his lips brushing her ear, and whispered, “Understand?”
“I… I don’t understand, don’t hold me down!” Ethaniel’s cold yet pleasant scent made her heartbeat quicken, and even her ears began to feel hot.
She couldn’t focus on his explanation of that damn conjecture theory. She just wanted to hit him!
“Heh…” His low laugh was laced with amusement, and his lips almost kissed her reddening earlobe. “These are concepts from higher mathematics. It’s normal for a cop not to understand.”
Higher mathematics?
Kayla had been about to push him away, but his words made her narrow her eyes at Oliver. “So, what about your elementary school math homework?”
“When did I say I was doing elementary math?” Oliver pretended not to notice his dad teasing Kayla and snorted. “I’m the youngest member of MENSA Global Club. I never look at foundational mathematics.”
Kayla weakly asked, “What is MENSA Global Club?”
“…Ignorant!” Oliver didn’t miss a beat in mocking Kayla. Standing up proudly, he said, “MENSA Global Club is the world’s most prestigious high IQ society. Only people with high IQs can join.”
Kayla pushed Ethaniel’s head away from her neck. “So what? You may be a smart kid, but I can still take you down with one finger.”
Oliver’s face turned red with anger, and he shouted, “That’s why I say you’re a rude, dumb woman!”
Ethaniel frowned and looked at Oliver coldly. “Ollie.”
“…Hmph!” Oliver glared at Kayla, then ran off with his book.
“Hey!” Kayla pushed Ethaniel’s head away from her neck again, glaring at him with her big eyes. “If you get any closer, I’ll hit you!”
Hit him?
Ethaniel raised a handsome eyebrow. Last time, he had been caught off guard and ended up being slammed into the car door. This time…
His purple eyes narrowed, and he suddenly leaned in, pinning Kayla to the floor.
It was Kayla’s first time being pinned by a man. Looking up, she saw those captivating purple eyes, and her heart pounded furiously. Her face flushed with anger. “You… get off me!”
“Aren’t you going to hit me?” Ethaniel smirked, one elbow resting on the floor, the other hand undoing her already messy bun.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Taking advantage of Ethaniel’s distraction, Kayla quickly bent her leg and aimed a fierce kick at his crotch!
Her thought process was simple: hitting any other part of him would leave marks, which would ultimately backfire on her. It was better to injure his vital area. He wouldn’t dare tell anyone a woman kicked him there.
Before the ferocious kick could land on its intended target, she felt a firm grip on her breast.
Kayla froze, looking down at the hand gripping her left breast, and exploded with anger. “Ethaniel! Let go!”
Pinned down with her hands restrained, Kayla’s eyes reddened with rage.
“You can hit me there, but I can’t touch you here?” Ethaniel’s fingers trailed along her curvaceous breast, his expression teasing as he watched her fume.
“When did I hit you there!” The angrier Kayla got, the more labored her breathing became, making her breast heave more dramatically.
Ethaniel, in a very good mood, not only gauged her bust size through her clothes but also gradually moved his hand toward the center. With a flick of his fingers, a button popped open, revealing the black lace bra underneath.
“Ethaniel! You… mmm-“