Chapter 147 - I Dont Know How To Cook (2/2)

Stella looked at him questioningly. Just as she was about to ask him what he needed the hair pin for, her words got stuck inside her throat as her eyes began to pop out.

He twisted the two sides of the hair pin a bit and inserted it in the key hole. He moved it inside it as his other hand turned the knob from one side to the other. He soon heard a click sound, his lips curling up in a victorious smile as he took out the pin and turned the knob, opening the door wide.

He stepped to the side and let Stella step in first who was still under shock. He followed her inside and closed the door. There was complete darkness around them and Stella couldn't see anything before she heard a switch being flipped and everything turned bright. There was a staircase right before her eyes, leading to God knows where.

She turned around to look at Adam who busy fixing her hair pin.

”Don't bother with that, there are two more pins holding the lock up.” She was about to take the pin from his hand and throw it but he moved his hands away from her.

”There you go. It's fixed.” He showed the pin to her before putting it back to its original place neatly.

”How did you do that?” Stella asked him as she grabbed his arm before he could take a step forward.

”Your boyfriend knows how to pick locks sweetheart.” He pinched the tip of her nose.

”But, how?” She asked, smacking his hand away.

”Blake's father taught it to both of us. It comes in handy at times.” He replied.

”What else don't I know about you?” Stella looked at him with a puzzled expression. What else did she didn't know about him?.

”I am an exceptionally good shooter and I can beat a professional assassin with my bare hands. That's if he doesn't have a gun pointed to my head of course.” He replied to her softly.

Stella chuckled at his answer thinking that he must be joking. But her laughter died down when she saw his serious expression.

”You are kidding? Right?” She asked him as her brows furrowed.

”Come with me.” Adam took her hand and guided her up the stairs to the rooftop.

”This used to be my favorite spot whenever I used to come here.” He guided her to the wooden chairs which were placed under a small wooden canopy on one side of the roof.

He continued after making her sit comfortably.

”I used to sit here for hours, doing nothing in particular. Sometimes I used to bring a sketchbook with me with some pastel colors and sketch how the sky looked at that time.”

”You know how to sketch? Is there anything you don't know how to do?” Stella asked him as she shot him an envious look.

”There's one. I don't know how to cook. I think that's the only thing I don't know a single thing about.” He replied with a chuckle.

”And about that shooting and all, I wasn't joking, love.” He added, his expression turning serious as he began to explain the history of his family.