“Stop looking at me like that...or I won't be responsible for what happens next.”

Jessica's cheeks reddened even more.

“Hey, what sort of words are those? You know, I'm starting to think you're a pervert, Mr. Newman,” Jessica shot back.

William just smirked and released her before going to turn off the sprinklers.

“What a great cook you are,” William remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he surveyed the wet mess the kitchen had become.

Jessica looked away in embarrassment. “What? It's not my fault! The kitchen utensils here are a bit... off,” she scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Even when you're at fault, you still have something to say,” William...