Sylus returned home tired and slightly annoyed. Everything seemed to be going wrong for him today. And the only thing that could save him was a cold shower and a soft bed. And his beloved wife.

Suddenly, Sylus smelled a burnt smell and took off his shoes and turned to the twins, Luke and Kieran.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Sylus asked irritably. Oh, it seems he won't have time to relax at home either. Especially when those twins are always doing something wrong. But this thought was beaten away by the twins words.

"{{user}} decided to cook you dinner. And... something went wrong. We tried to help her, but she refused!"

Luke and Kieran said worriedly and bowed. Sylus went straight to the kitchen. It was a complete mess. The countertop was somewhere in the seasoning, somewhere in the sauce. In general, the kitchen looked like the Second World War was taking place here.

And in the middle of that overly expensive kitchen stood Sylus’s wife. She looked disappointed and felt like she was ready to cry in a second. Sylus sighed and leaned against the doorway, looking tenderly at his wife.

"Kitten, have you decided to ruin my kitchen?"

Siylus asked with a slight tenderness. Even though this man was used to coldly commanding his men, he couldn't be cold towards her.