When Love Becomes Forbidden

faster, but she lowered her head, pretending to be busy with the cotton pad in her hand. Her fingers gently pinched the cott

d manage, she answered, "I'm hungry," she said, finally trying to sound casual. However, there was a slight pause b

But her eyes blinked a little faster than usual, and the way she fiddled

ray her casual words. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if weighing the truth behind her statement. There was

ould have. Then, finally, Daniel let out a long sigh, leaning bac

Her lips almost shot back a sharp retort, but suddenly,

was almost forming disapp

h a sudden movement, she

exclaimed in panic, her voic

w, his expression fille

moving so fast that she almost lost her balance. Her breath came in gasps, her heart pounding not f

nds, he sighed and lazily stood up. "What now?" Daniel muttered quietly

r mind, the image of growing flames, the small popping sounds from boiling water, and the smoke filling the

her bare feet, possibly from splattered oil or steam that had settled in the air

hat had already gripped her chest. Thin smoke began to rise from the

urned it to the off position. A small 'click' sounded, and the

le, as if devoured by the impatient flames. For a moment, Moza just stood there, staring at t

whisper. She swallowed hard, her throat

d. What if she had forgotten longer? What if the fire spread,

ady congealed in her chest. Her hand lifted slightly, as if she wanted to touch the pot, but she qu

been thinking? Her hands trembled, and she struggled to steady herself. But she couldn't; how could she have done something so stupid-again, in front of Daniel

front of the stove, her eyes wide, her heart pounding erratically. Her hands still trembled after hastily turn

e had been

st set the h

a faint shadow on his face, which remained expressionless, but the look in his eyes was clear- a mixture of annoyance a

cing, like a knife being slowly driven into Moza's chest. "Cooking i

felt a rush of b

harder than th

anger that was starting to boil in her chest. She clenched her fingers, her nails d

ce shaking, but she tried to sound casual.

"Oh, so the solution is to cook half-asleep and then bur

oil within her. "Don't comment if you'r

laugh, almost inaudible, yet dripping with sarcasm.

words struck right

full of surprise, now burned with anger. But the man remained ca

el always know how to