Elena stood near the kitchen sink washing the bowls despite him telling her multiple times to leave them for the morning.
"You cooked," Alaric said while leaning lazily against the kitchen counter. "The least I can do is wash the dishes."
Elena glanced at him briefly over her shoulder. "That sounds suspiciously considerate."
Chapter 50"That sounds suspiciously considerate." Elena narrowed her eyes at Alaric.
"I'm recovering. Not dead."
"That remains debatable."
Alaric rolled his eyes quietly while walking closer anyway. "Move."
"No."
"Elena."
"You'll reopen your wound trying to prove you're capable of domestic labor." She made her point.
"It's just two bowls."
"And yet men somehow still struggle."
He stared at her flatly. "You become increasingly annoying after midnight."
"And you become strangely helpful."
Neither of them moved for several seconds. Then eventually Alaric exhaled quietly in surrender.
"Fine. Do whatever you want."
"I plan to."
