"Elena, are you sure you want to do this?" Killian asked, as he watched Elena slice an onion in the most painful way he had ever seen, she didn't even peel the skin. "I think it's best to leave it to the chef. Or better let me do it." Killian added as he walked towards her.
"No." Elena gave a stern reply as she pointed the knife at her husband, warning him not to take another step.
King Killian raised both hands in the air, showing his sign of surrender even as his face was still filled with worry.
Elena was supposed to be making steaks and roasted vegetables, but it was slowly turning to something else, and all Killian could do was watch helplessly. And even as he was standing there watching her, he still didn't know how the sink got filled with dirty plates and she wasn't even close to finishing.
