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Chapter 53

Author: Night Owl
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 16:57:25

~ Sylara's POV ~

​I leaned against the doorframe, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched Nick delicately chop vegetables on the marble island. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my head as I took in the surreal sight of him in the kitchen.

"Are you actually serious about cooking for me?" I asked, my voice laced with soft disbelief.

​He turned his head toward me, giving a single, calm nod accompanied by a small, subtle smile.

​"Are you even sure you can cook?" I teased, raising my
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