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Chapter 122

Author: Favoi Lily
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 23:09:11

JOANNA.

Breakfast was warm, sweet, and golden, just like the morning light pouring through the windows. Luther and I sat across from each other, bare-faced, relaxed, hearts full after fooling around and almost burning down the kitchen.. But now I was done with breakfast..

“Let’s eat, Lu. Made specifically for you from the depth of my heart”

He laughed “Thanks my love”

But before I could take a bite, Luther dragged his plate and chair closer, closing the space between us until he was right by my side. Our arms brushed.

He didn’t touch his food. He just stared at me.

I glanced sideways and giggled, my cheeks already heating. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s as if you want to eat me instead.”

His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he said, voice deep and thick with flirtation. “I’d rather eat you than this food.”

“Luther! Even though I made it specially for you?” I swatted his arm playfully, laughing. But the w
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