Chapter Twelve

Cassie was up and dressed unusually early, anxious not to risk being late for work. She sensed Anderson's unusual silence as she bustled about, packing files into her bag. When she looked up, she found him quietly preparing breakfast for them both.

"Making breakfast, huh?" she asked, trying to focus on her task while stealing glances at him.

Anderson turned, wiping his hands on a towel, his eyes softening as he took in Cassie's appearance. "Good morning, my darling wife," he said, moving closer with a gentle smile.

Cassie's heart warmed at his words, and she couldn't help but return his smile. Despite her haste, she noticed the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, reflecting his affection for her.

He admired the regal and commanding appearance she presented, with her neatly styled hair cascading over her shoulders, and the long white skirt adding an elegant touch to her demeanor.

Anderson gazed at the woman before him, He was utterly shocked by how different and breathtakingly s