Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 142. Side Story 6: Alan’s number.

Chapter 142: 142. Side Story 6: Alan’s number.

"Oh no, no, no."

"No?"

"Yeah, momma made the one for the children and I helped her with it, but I made the batter for that one separately and baked it separately. Please believe me when I tell you I indeed made those." She hoped in her heart that he didn’t think she was lying just to look good in front of him. She really made those, she even have some scars on her fingers to prove it. She was usually careful in the kitchen not to get burnt, but maybe because she was too excited to make something for him she had ended up burning herself a couple times.

Then she had an idea, "Ah! See I can prove I’m not lying. I got burnt here and here while making those." She lifts her hands up as her evidence for him to see. Showing him her fingers that had tasted the hotness of her baking pan, and when she looked up at his face for a moment a sort of cold washed down her spin as she saw the look on his face.

He seemed... vexed.

It was a scary look.

Slowly, her hands retracted but then he suddenly grabbed the hand that had the most bruises and Janey saw that scary look on his face morph into a look of concern and maybe pity.

His thumb moved over the parts of her fingers that were bruised. From the tip of her fingers to the knuckle of her middle finger.

"I_It was nothing really. I don’t even feel it." She felt like she had to assure him that. Now she was thinking it was wrong of her to talk about her hurting herself while making them.

What if he’s too guilty to eat them now? What if he returns the gift to her?

No! She needed to make him understand that she was really fine and that—

"I guess rather than eat these, I’ll better frame them." He suddenly says and finally his gaze moves from her hands back to her face.

"W_what?" Janey stuttered with a little laugh.

He smiles and shrugs, "Well, you went through all that trouble to make them, so it would be a waste to eat them. Instead I’ll preserve them and put them in a beautiful and expensive frame and at the bottom of the frame I’ll inscribe the words, ’Cute Janey’s first gift to me.’ What do you think? Perfect right?"

Janey’s head went blank for a minute, then his words came back and filled up that blank space but not all the things he said, just the words, ’Cute Janey.’

Did he really just call her cute!!!

Janey couldn’t get over the fact that he called her cute. Still standing in front of him she was wondering if he really found her cute.

"Y_yo_you think I’m cute?" She asks the question and Alan turns his head away from her for a moment so he could hold back the laugh that was threatening to tear out of his lips because she was just so adorable and asking that question while looking at him with those big brown eyes was even more adorable!

"Do you think you’re cute?" He asks and for some seconds, he sees her thinking about that question with all sincerity.

"Well only my daddy calls me his cute little angel." She blurts out after a lot of thought but then realize what she just said and her eyes run around in their sockets, "No, that doesn’t mean I’m a daddy’s girl or anything." She quickly wanted to clarify that fact.

Well, in truth, she was a daddy’s girl, but she’d heard that guys didn’t like girls who were daddy’s girls. They didn’t see such girls as mature, and she didn’t want him to see her like that.

"A_and I’m not that little or immature. I swear I’ll be twenty in some weeks time," She was scratching her head with her thumb again. It was a habit Alan had noticed she repeated whenever she was nervous about explaining something.

"So uhm, uh, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m not a baby. I can be very mature, no— I mean I am very mature and—"

"Really?" Alan cuts into her long talk, "Because I actually like the cute and slightly immature Janey better. And besides," he steps a little closer to her, lifts his hand, and his thumb and index fingers touch her chin, lifting her head up so she could stare straight into his eyes and he could take in all of her face at a closer view. "Your daddy’s right. You’re quite the adorable little thing."

This was what he wanted to see from up close, her face blooming into a rose in his hands. And she didn’t fail to give the expression he wanted. Beautiful, so damn cute.

He couldn’t help noticing how she just looked like something he’d want to squeeze and cuddle close to his body and just—

Urgh... Not yet Alan.

He tells himself those words in his head and takes a step back from her, releasing his hold on her chin as he steps away from her.

"Janey! Leave your boyfriend and let’s go home now." Janey turned around with much speed as she heard her mother’s voice.

"Momma, please, he is not my boyfriend." She shyly said as she ran towards her family.

"Happy Sunday Mrs Conroy." Alan said from where he stood to her mother who was about eight feet away from him. "Mr Conroy." He tilted his head slightly to the man who had his squinted eyes on Alan with a very unaccepting gaze that really didn’t bother Alan.

"Stop looking at him like that honey, you’ll scare him." His wife was whispering to him. Well, not so much of a whisper since Alan could still hear it regardless of the distance between them.

Janey who had reached half the distance between her mother and Alan suddenly paused then she turned around and ran back to him with a girly smile on her face, "C_can I get your phone number?" she asks and Alan forces back a smile that the sudden question brought to his face.

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