Chapter 4

It turns out that acting weak and pitiful always works on men.

Dominic didn't let me work at the bar. Instead, he arranged for me to work at his company as his assistant.

Tch, now we'd be seeing each other all day, every day.

I went to work with him every morning and returned home together every evening.

I completed every task exceptionally well, proving myself smart and capable.

I could clearly feel that Dominic was no longer as cold towards me as before.

Oh, and I secretly learned a bunch of cooking tutorials, bringing homemade lunches to eat with him.

"I know you don't eat onions, ginger, garlic, or soy sauce. I've been careful about all that. Try this sandwich, how is it?" I looked at Dominic with hopeful eyes.

Step two, to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

Imagine, who wouldn't be moved by someone who cooks for you every day?

Dominic sat on the couch, glanced at the lunchbox, and asked, "You made this?"

"Yes, I watched some tutorials. The taste should be okay. Try it and see if you like it?" I said, then quickly added, "It's fine if you don't!"

Dominic raised an eyebrow, "You commute with me every day, and you're not free at night either. Where did you find time to watch tutorials? You weren't slacking off at work, were you?"

I hurriedly explained, my face slightly flushed, "Of course not! I... I watched them after you left at night."

Damn, he keeps me up so late every night! I can only stay up even later to watch tutorials.

Dominic pulled me onto his lap, his large hands gripping my waist tightly. He said, "Then I won't leave from now on. I'll stay and make sure you don't stay up late."

I immediately put on a delighted expression, "Really?" He used to go back to his own room to sleep after... well, you know.

I've never even been to his room, only staying in the guest room.

Dominic nodded, his magnetic, deep voice sounding by my ear, "Mm, come sleep in my room."

Sitting on his lap in broad daylight discussing this kind of topic inevitably led to some thoughts, inevitably led to some sparks flying.

His hand slowly moved down, caressing from my waist to my butt, even trying to explore further.

I felt a certain part of him changing, let out a soft gasp, and pushed against his chest with a red face, "Let's... let's eat first."

Dominic laughed out loud. I rarely saw him laugh so purely before, and was momentarily stunned.

Damn, this face really is male lead material for a dramatic romance novel!

"Alright, let's eat first," he was unusually gentle, but his next words revealed his true nature, "Then I'll eat you."

He finished the sandwich in a few bites. When I asked if it was good, he said it was delicious, but his eyes were fixed only on me.

Heh, men.