Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

"It’s rare for me to see a clumsy cook, so I like watching it." Justin corrected.

She gritted her teeth, a grip of her hand tightened on the knife.

’Clumsy? I am notthat bad.’ She calmed herself and spoke, "Yet I see you stuffing yourself with food made by these so-called ’clumsy skills.’"

"Despite your skills, the food is delicious. I could eat it every day."

Her anger lessened at his words, and the frown slowly disappeared from her face. But she didn’t want to admit it. "So annoying."

Justin smiled and stepped into the kitchen. She tried to ignore him and continued with her work, but then she realised he was standing behind her, every cell of her body well aware of his very presence.

Before she could ask him what he wanted, she felt his hands surround her from both sides. He leaned down slightly, his chin almost resting on her shoulder, and her back grew aware of the warmth radiating from his body.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice slightly unsteady.

"Teaching you the right way to cut this vegetable, instead of your clumsy technique," he murmured, his low, deep voice echoing so close to her ear that she gulped. His hands covered hers—one holding a vegetable and the other a knife.

Her heart began to race as the heat of his large palms spread across the backs of her hands. She wanted to free her hands from his hold, but he held them firm.

"I... I’m fine with my clumsy skills," she muttered under her breath, acutely aware of how intimate this closeness felt.