Chapter 1070

His thumb unconsciously rubbed against the cold handle of the fork. His voice was devastatingly hoarse.

“How is it?”

Oblivious to his shifting mood, Noreen licked the corner of her lips. “I’m not sure, maybe I didn’t get enough. Let me take another bite.”

Seth suddenly leaned in. His thumb lightly wiped away a smudge of frosting from her lip, his breath ghosting over her face.

An unfathomable emotion swirled in his dark eyes, and his voice dropped to an intimate whisper meant only for her. “I’ll feed it to you a different way. That’ll help you remember.”

With that, he set the fork down.

He dragged his finger along the edge of the cake, scooping up a thick dollop of frosting.

Before Noreen could react, he brought it to his own mouth.

The next second, he leaned over her, tipping her chin up, and kissed her.

The explosive sweetness erupted between their lips.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a deeply aggressive, demanding exchange.

He wasn’t in any rush to pull away. Instead, he pressed hard against her mouth, slowly transferring the frosting to her.

When his tongue swept across the roof of her mouth, a shudder tore through Noreen’s body. She instinctively tried to pull back, but he only tightened his grip on the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly close.

The sugary taste of the cake, the cool trace of mint.

And the scorching heat of his breath, it all blurred together.

She couldn’t tell exactly what she was tasting anymore. She only knew that the oxygen was being sucked from her lungs. Her fingers mindlessly gripped the front of his shirt, bunching the fabric into tight fists.

Only when the very last trace of sweetness vanished did Seth pull back a fraction of an inch.

His thumb wiped heavily across the corner of her slick lips, his gaze dangerously dark. “Do you remember now?”

The taste was exactly the same, but the feeling was entirely different.

It was messy and incredibly intense.

She tried to play it cool, though she

couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “It

really

mine.

s taste almost identical to

How did you recreatet?”

Back then, she had spent countless hours in the bakery, begging the chef to teach her how to make it.

She had to, Seth hated overly sweet cakes.

So she tweaked the recipe over and over again until it was precisely the flavor he enjoyed.

Seth lightly flicked her forehead. “Did you forget? I asked you for the recipe.”

Triggered by his reminder, the memory clicked into place for Noreen.

What had he said back then?

He had said Bianca wanted cake, and since he didn’t know which bakeries were good, he had specifically asked where she bought hers.

He even dragged Zachary, a man in his fifties, all over Rivercrest City in the middle

of the night to find a cake that suited his taste.

In the end, Noreen couldn’t stand it anymore and gave the recipe to Zachary.

Back then, she had secretly fumed on Zachary’s behalf.

She reasoned that Bianca was Seth’s Old Flame, not Zachary’s.

The moment she remembered the whole ordeal had been connected to Bianca, half

of Noreen’s good mood evaporated.

She jabbed her index finger into his chest. “I remember! I remember it perfectly! You said Bianca wanted cake. When I wouldn’t tell you where to buy it you tortured poor Zachary and made him run around almight trying to find a cake for the two of you. I only gave him the recipe because I felt so bad for him.”

With every word she spoke, her finger dug a little harder.

She didn’t even realize she was grinding her teeth by the time she finished.

Seth didn’t pull away. He just let her poke him, a thoroughly pleased smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t we just eat something sweet? Why are you acting so sour all of a sudden?”

“Are you jealous?”

Noreen denied it without a second thought. “Who’s jealous?!”

“Let me have a taste.”

Ignoring her protests, he lowered his head and captured her lips once more.