#Chapter 188 Like the Good Ol’ Days

I stirred the spaghetti into the boiling water. It was a simple recipe, much simpler than Andrew was accustomed to at the mansion, but it harkened back to the early days of us dating, and I thought that he would appreciate the gesture. I knew that he would appreciate the marinara sauce. I had messed up. I knew that I had, in more ways than one. I still had my trepidations about Lisa marrying Bob, and I did not want anyone else to suffer because Bob had it out for me, but I should not have confronted him on my own…or told Andrew about Lisa’s bruises. A lot of pain could have been prevented if I hadn’t. I could not take back what I had already done, but I could try to make up for it. So, I invited Andrew over to my apartment for a homemade dinner and some time alone. No servants, no Lisa or Bob, just the two of us. The two of us and the various guards stationed around the apartment complex, that was. It was easy to forget about them, though. I smiled at the thought as I opened the m