“Are you awake?”
Harriet’s eyes slowly opened. She smelled a delicious aroma. When she looked around her room, she saw a lot of delicious-looking dishes.
And Liam sat on the other side of the room, staring at her with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Come here and eat,” he said, inviting her.
The morning sun lazily peeked through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. A soft breeze blew through, rustling the curtains and sending the scent of blooming flowers wafting inside.
The table was set with an array of delicious dishes, their mouth-watering aroma wafting through the air.
They sat beside each other, their fingers intertwined on the table. Their eyes were fixed on the spread before them, but... there was a subtle sadness in Mr. Wednesday’s eyes.
It was a quiet melancholy that settled around him like a cloak, casting a shadow over the brightness of the morning. The woman noticed i
