Chapter Twenty One

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Elena's POV:


"We're leaving," Jake said looking upset.

"We can't leave," I murmured.

I walked to him and placed my hand on his arm.

"Jake, stop and hear me out," I said.

He did not stop stuffing his clothes in his duffle bag.

"Go pack your bag." He said.

I knew why he wants to run away from this place. He thought, if he stayed here longer, he might be tempted to march back to his mother's house to seek the answers.

"Can you stop and talk to me?" I said.

He faced me looking aggravated.

"I cannot stay here. I do not want to stay here because she is here,"

"We didn't come here to find her," I said.

He sighed and sat down on the bed.

"We came here to spend time with each other and to make new memories. We wanted to escape from the horrible ordeal we went through couples of weeks ago." I said.

His face softened and he stood up.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You don't have to feel sorry. Just forget everything." I said facing him again.

I crossed my fingers, hoping that he would change his mind, but he stayed silent.

"I'm going to pack my bag. If you don't want to stay then we should leave," I said.

I took the step forward but he pulled me back in his arms.

He kissed my cheek that surprised me.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"What?" I said in confusion.

"We are staying," he said.

I hugged him and he laughed.

"I want us to prepare dinner together,"

"Why do you want to make dinner? We can order something. Also, I don't think there is anything edible in the pantry." He said.

"Well, I want to see your culinary skills to judge if you are a boyfriend material or a husband material."

He laughed aloud.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, princess. I do not have any culinary skills."

"In that case, I can teach you some," I smiled mischievously running my finger on his chest.

"I'm a good learner," he said pulling me close.

"Leave it on me to decide. Now, let's go on a grocery shopping,"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," I said picking the car keys.

He shook his head and followed me out.

We went to the grocery store and I realized that he had zero knowledge of spices and food products.

"What did I tell you to pick?"

"You told me to pick cheese." He replied.

"These are cheese slices. I told you to pick shredded one." I said.

He rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his face. "I'll get it,"

After thirty minutes of grocery shopping, we came back home juggling grocery bags in our hands.

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