Double Trouble: The Mistaken Identity That Became My Happily Ever After Chapter 2

My phone buzzed.

It was a voice message from my boyfriend, Liam.

I wanted to play it, but seeing Noah's wet, puppy-dog eyes, I suddenly felt guilty.

I hit the speech-to-text button.

[Baby, when are you coming back? I learned a new recipe recently!]

[Miss you, miss you /emoji]

One of the main reasons I got together with Liam in the first place was that he knew how to cook.

He was the only one who could satisfy my stomach, which was completely sick of takeout.

I couldn't help but smile.

Noah floated over beside me like a ghost. "That new recipe my brother learned? I taught it to him."

Huh?

I looked up, but Noah had already pulled open the fridge, desperate to prove himself. "I didn't use up all the ingredients I bought yesterday. If you don't believe me, I'll make it for you right now."

As he spoke.

He stripped off his shirt in three swift motions and threw on his brother's apron.

Why are you taking your shirt off to cook?!

I followed him into the kitchen.

Noah was already swiftly slicing, washing, and stir-frying like a pro.

The apron straps perfectly covered his nipples.

I could only catch a glimpse of them when he made large movements...

I couldn't help but panic.

"It's covered, it's covered. Hey! Stop it! Why are you cooking right now?!"

While I was talking.

He had already plated the dish.

He looked at me, full of expectation: "Maya... do you want to try a bite?"

Try... what exactly?

A buff, buzz-cut stud, and he's in his prime college years.

At a time like this, what kind of modern-day saint could resist?!

There were two little people fighting in my head.

One said, "Hurry up and taste it!"

The other was violently choking me, "It's not like you haven't tasted it already! Doesn't knowing who it really is make it even more thrilling?! Hurry the hell up and taste it!"

Noah put the plate down.

He stepped closer to me, step by step, looking down at me. "Maya, why aren't you saying anything?"

An inexplicable tension bounced around the room.

I stammered, "You can... you can just call me Maya..."

His footsteps stopped.

His expression darkened: "You mean, when?"

Well, that time, obviously—

Before I could get the words out.

The sound of the front door unlocking clicked loudly.

My scalp went numb.

The next second, a surprised voice came from the doorway, "A suitcase? Hmm? Baby, are you back?"