Husband With Benefits
Chapter 339: Oh Soup (2)

Chapter 339: Oh Soup (2)

Isabella shook her head to get rid of the notion that she was more than ’physically’ attracted to Ian Frost.

She looked at him, standing in the balcony with his back to her and then quickly turned back to look at her hands which were still tingling. As expected that man was as perfect from behind as he was from the front. He was se* on legs so physical attraction was to be expected. She’d have to be a corpse to not be horn* for that man. But being attracted to him more than physically... nah that would be a mess of soup!

She’d definitely hurt more than her arm also in the accident. Did she hit her head against the wall and did not remember? That had to be it. She was having delusions due to concussion. She’d go to the hospital at the earliest and get medication.

Just then, the man responsible for her doubts returned and sat back down next to her, explaining," We might have a clue about Arabelle’s location. Actually two clues. Gabe thinks he might have found Arabelle’s online gaming address while one of our investigators located an older caretaker of Arabelle from when she was younger who had retired but recently returned to work."

"That’s good then. Once we know about her location, it would be easy to hand her over to the Police, right?"

Ian smiled and nodded along. The girl was quite innocent if she thought that they would give Arabelle over to the police. The Frosts did not give second chances to those who threatened them. In a world of fight or die, they would not be the ones to attack someone but if attacked, they wouldn’t give the person another chance to backstab them. And while Gabe had let Arabelle have her way too many times, she’d finally crossed his boundaries.

That brought an end to their conversation and once again, an awkward silence echoed in the room. Isabella fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding direct eye contact with Ian. While he, in turn, glanced around the room, searching for something to break the awkward silence. Ultimately, Ian decided that he’d come here to make sure that she was alright, and he’d done that, so it was time to leave.

"I guess, I’ll leave now." Ian said softly, his statement somehow sounding like a question.

However, just as Isabella was about to bid farewell to him, a loud growl emanated from her stomach. Both of them looked at each other, surprise etched on their faces. Isabella blushed, realizing that her empty stomach had chosen this precise moment to announce its hunger.

Ian’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Seems like someone’s hungry. Have you had anything to eat?"

Isabella laughed nervously, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. "I guess I got too caught up in everything. I haven’t eaten since morning."

Ian, still standing, raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well then, we can’t have you starving. How about we grab a bite together? My treat."

Isabella shook her head regretfully," I’m sorry. May I take a rain check? I’ll just order delivery for today. I won’t be good company tonight. I’m not too dressed as well..."

Wordlessly, she pointed to her extremely old but comfortable clothing and hoped he would understand. Tonight, she just did not have it in her to do anything. She was still astounded at herself that she was not feeling extremely self-conscious in front of Hot Ian to change into decent clothing. She might regret it tomorrow but today...

Ian looked her over once and then again. Well, she might not be formally dressed but that threadbare and old t shirt and shorts did not do her injustice. In fact, he had no idea how he failed to notice those sexy legs of hers tonight. Isabella blushed as Ian casually looked her over from top to toe once and then again. Da*n it! Why did that have to be so attractive on him? Any other man would have looked like a perv checking her out like that and she’d have given him a piece of her mind.

Ian looked around the house and frowned that she would be eating unhealthy food. She’d been in an accident today... "Do you have any fresh groceries at home?"

"Hmmm. But I don’t know what. Nora brought them. She’s always trying to make me eat healthy..."

Isabella tapered off when Ian once again wandered towards her kitchen. As she watched him open her refrigerator and cupboards like he owned the place, she could not help but frown. This man... wasn’t he too comfortable in her home when he’d only visited one time?

’Experience’ a voice in her head whispered. Do you think he brings every girl home. He must be used to waking up in different places with different women. So, he is quick to adapt.

While she stood there, thinking, Ian had already filled up a pot of water and placed it on the stove.

"What are you doing?", she asked as she watched him cut up things and throw them into the large pot with ease.

"I’m making you some soup. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve been through today; let me take care of the food. Why don’t you relax and watch that drama?"

Isabella nodded but did not do as he said, instead mesmerized by what he was doing. Leaning against the counter, she watched his skilled fingers cut the meat effortlessly and she could only wonder what else those fingers could do... and then immediately blushed at her own naughty thoughts as another question came to her regarding connection the ’length’ of a man being directly proportional to his fingers...

Ian, sensing her gaze, met her eyes and smirked. "Like what you see?"

Isabella blushed, looking away. "I didn’t expect you to be such a domestic wizard."

"Well, life is full of surprises," he replied while puttering around in her kitchen.

As the soup simmered on the stove, Ian set the table, creating a cozy atmosphere. He poured the steaming broth into bowls, adding a touch of finesse even to this simple task.

"There you go," he said, placing a bowl in front of her as he invited her to sit. "Homemade chicken noodle soup. Perfect for a night like this."

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