Chapter 26 Only You, No One Else

"I don't eat ginger, Mr. Blackwood. There's no need to trouble yourself. Given your position, it's inappropriate to ask you to make me ginger soup." Marielle spoke coolly, showing little interest. Rowan's gaze darkened slightly. Who doesn't like ginger? His wife hadn't either! An odd pleasure stirred within him. "It's fine. If you won't eat it, just drink some water." Without waiting for her response, he strode into the kitchen and began slicing ginger with practiced ease. Marielle stood frozen. Why was Rowan acting so strangely? Where had that cold, distant demon gone? "Can't you take a hint? I said I won't eat it—or drink it!" Marielle jumped up from the bed. Seeing Rowan in her kitchen made her deeply uneasy. Such tender moments had no place between them. She didn't believe for a second that Rowan had feelings for her—this was just manipulation because he suspected her. She rushed to grab the knife from him, but he turned suddenly, pinning her against the kitchen door. His breath w