Alex stood before the kitchen counter, which was completely covered with ingredients, every single thing needed to prepare the spaghetti and chicken stew Gabe had just requested.
"You've already planned all this even before I got here?" Alex asked, raising a brow, his hands resting on his waist in visible frustration. He turned to face Gabe, who was seated comfortably in his wheelchair, leisurely sipping a cold glass of juice as if he had no care in the world.
"Yes, of course," Gabe replied smoothly, his tone calm and almost teasing. "I had to. I told the servants to set everything up in advance to save you the stress of cutting vegetables, washing the meat, and all that. This way, you only need to cook." His warm smile followed the explanation, but instead of calming Alex, it seemed to irritate him even more.
I knew it. He's always planning something, Alex thought, his jaw tightening slightly. Well… I might as well teach him a little lesson today.
