The Best Friend's Contract

Aidan

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I walk down the stairs to find my mother and father laughing to the jokes they make, instantly causing me to turn around; looking for Kenna but there's no sign of her presence. My eyes landed on my brother, who's busy talking to Ava-listening to her explanation about "Where's Kenna?" My mother appears beside me.

"She's outside," Mia replies as she walks past both of us, her phone in her hand without even sparing a second glance-making me nod my head, glancing at my mother again.

"Call her in. Dinner's ready," Mother responds, patting onto my shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen.

It's no doubt that the word 'dinner' coming from her mouth sounds a little strange. It's probably because we haven't had the chance to even have dinner together ever since I left high school but then again, even before university, Alain was never around at home. He was always focusing on university without even taking his time to go head home... I never blame him.

Maybe... just maybe, it's because mother has cooked dinner for us. It feels like history is repeating itself—it has been years since I remember her cooking dinner for the whole family. It has also been awhile since I've eaten any of her nicely cooked dish.

There's some sort of homey vibe coming from this house, giving me a chance to relive them all over again without feeling left out. For some reason, I kind of enjoy the whole family loving environment than how we always are. It's not just Alain and I who are always busy with work but father is rarely even home to spend some nice quality time.

As for mother, she's out making herself busy with her friends and her new boutique. Even after only a couple of months, the sales are rising up like crazy-not giving her any time to sit down and rest.

Well, as for Mia... she's being Mia. Always worrying about university or her courses. Even though she has about two years and a half until graduation but she is already worrying about her future career but father told her not to worry because there's always a place for her at Empire.

I head outside through the front door, seeing Kenna standing near the trees. Her eyes are closed as she takes a deep breath-somehow trying to clear her mind as she enjoys the view. I take my time to eye her from behind... slowly and not wanting to leave a single detail out.

What happened earlier in the bedroom, that was bizarre. Kenna has never reacted that way before whenever she sees me shirtless and I didn't expect myself to react that way either. I was slightly embarrassed by how she looked at me because I felt exposed; when it was just standing shirtless in front of her.

I noticed how her cheeks were turning red and her eyes were trying hard not to meet mine, it was hard not to notice. Then, how she played with her fingers, wanting to find another sort of distraction; it was driving me insane. Everything she does... it's making me feel like she's partly wanting me to feel something.

Which is not too odd for me because I've always been the one to notice everything about her. From the way her hairstyle changes or how she wears different colours of clothing and even by the way she responds differently through texts-too much little details for me to notice and I can't even stop noticing even if I want to.

"There you are," I say, faking a surprised look even though I've been standing at the same spot for the past few minutes without her noticing.

Kenna turns to look at me with wide blue eyes, leaving me to take a few steps towards her. She has her arms crossed around her body due to the wind blowing onto her bare skin; it's not that she's wearing something appealing because she's just standing there with a grey sweatpants and maroon shirt but apparently, her shirt's a bit too thin.

"Uh... I was just heading inside." She replies, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Nervous gesture. I thought in my head before nodding, not trying to make it seem obvious that I've been standing long enough to know she wasn't heading inside.

"Dinner's ready. We should head inside," I continue to speak. "Mother cooked our favourite food... baked chicken and mashed potatoes. So, don't tell me your stomach didn't grumble when I told you." My lips curve up into a smile as soon as I hear her chuckle. "I'm starving," She mutters with a small smile.

As soon as we're close enough, I wrap my arm around her shoulder before pulling her closer towards me this isn't something strange for us because I would do this all the time, whenever we're walking in the park or just snuggling close while watching movies. "Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be?" I chuckle as we both walk side by side into the house, my eyes meeting my mother's, seeing her peeking through the window but as soon as she saw me looking...she wanders off in a hurry.

We step inside, seeing Harley serving the food while Alain sits beside Ava, feeding a spoonful of mashed potatoes; apparently, her favourite too. Mother clears her throat from beside as she takes her seat near father, leaving an empty spot for both Kenna and I. "Smells delicious. This wouldn't be my sister-in-law's cooking, would it?" I joke, glancing at Alain who has already burst out into laughter.

One of Harley's lack is that, she can't cook. She's not a terrible cook but she only knows how to cook one dish-which is my brother's favourite but the fun part is that...whenever they have dinner, they would always be in the kitchen and cook together. They make everything as an experience even if it's as simple as saying 'I love you' to one another.

I know a lot about them because I practically watched them throughout their marriage until now. The stages that they went through... the ways that Alain looks at her or how he talks to her, I notice everything. Maybe... I'm just observant.

"Don't be too hopeful about that. She can't cook like this," Alain replies, earning a smile from Harley as he wraps his arm around her waist before planting a quick kiss on her cheek.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"You have got to give credit to your own mother, Aidan. I am still a professional in the kitchen," Mother interrupts, gesturing to father who has a sly smirk on his face.

Mother has always been a great

was

cook. When I little, all I ever wanted was to come home early and eat my mother's cooking-even when she has always been a busy bee, she would never forget to prepare different dishes for me. She would learn new recipes from her cooking books or even the internet because she wants me to have a

taste of everything.

I turn towards Kenna, seeing her taking a bite of the baked chicken but both of her eyes are zoning out into a blank space; causing me to frown.

Slowly leaning closer towards her,

"Are you okay?" I ask. My warm

breath hitting down her jawline which causes her to slightly turn, towards-me-leaving me to lean back giving her some space instead but as she turns to look at my family, they're all currently looking at us.

"Does it... tastes bad?" Mother asks, somehow concerned.

Kenna shakes her head with a smile plastered on her face, "No! No, of course not. Why would it taste bad? It tastes great," She replies.

Her eyes wander to meet mine as she pats onto the side of my face, "I'm fine." She continues to speak before adjusting herself on the seat, "I was just wondering how you're such a good cook, Diana." She adds, earning a chuckle from father and Alain.