Calling for his own death

ALYSSA'S POV:

"Ken, what's going on in your mind?" I asked as soon as we reached to the kitchen. She dismissed all the maids and started getting veggies out from refrigerator.

"If you didn't hear, I've asked a question to you Ms. Kenzie Merchant."

"And ice heard it Ms. Alyssa Collins. But the thing is, I'm still thinking." Oh god! This girl is surely going to make it hard for Noah. After she left the pasta for boiling, she started chopping veggies into fine pieces.

"Should I help you with it?" I asked out of courtesy but she stared at me as if I said some thing extremely horrible.

"What? Don't give me that look, I just wanted to help you." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"As if you really know how to cook." She glared at me.

"But I make the best coffees." I refuted.

"That's the only thing you know how to prepare. Why don't you learn to cook? You know, it's a different kind of fun to prepare whatever you want at any time you feel like eating. Even on midnight."