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SIXTY FIVE

Author: Gentle Roses
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-15 22:28:55

Delilah's pov

By our third morning in Italy, the sun was already high in the sky when I woke up, the light a warm kiss on my skin. I stretched, a deep, satisfied stretch that ran all the way to my toes, and found myself alone in the bed. I sat up, a little confused, and then I heard the sound of pots and pans clattering from somewhere below. A quiet smile spread across my face. Calix was making breakfast. The thought was both amusing and incredibly endearing.

A folded card sat on his pillow. Dress comfortably. Bring your appetite.

I arched an eyebrow at the cryptic instruction. “What are you up to, Calix?” I chuckled, sliding out of bed.

I grabbed a silk robe from the closet, and walked barefoot down the stairs, following the scent of brewing coffee and something sweet. I found him in the villa’s kitchen, standing at a marble island, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a perfect plate of golden-brown croissants and fresh fruit in front of him.

Even though he was casually dressed, he
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  • Divorced My Husband And Found Love   NINETY

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