Se connecterShe had grown used to seeing him in his loud floral Hawaiian shirts, but never in something like this. And she couldn’t quite explain why it amused her so much.Was it because he looked oddly… endearing, wearing that apron?Damn it. Just last night, she had been seething with anger at him. That very
Phillian’s lips pressed shut once more, as though sealing in whatever words had threatened to escape. He fell silent, lost in thought.Then, without another word, he quietly walked toward the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped out. But before closing it, he turned back to her, his eyes resting on
Calley didn’t know how long she had been staring at the painting hanging above the headboard in Phillian’s room. It was a different painting now—not the one he had once made for her.Of course, Phillian had taken that down. Why wouldn’t he?But…Her gaze wandered across the room, unsettled. Why had
The loud ringtone jolted Calley awake, making her straighten in her seat. She turned her head to the side, catching sight of Phillian still focused on the wheel, driving steadily.She blinked, groggy. She hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep. Shaking off the haze, she shifted her gaze out the
“Phillian! What are you doing?! You can’t force me to come back to Asteria!”“Who told you I’m bringing you back there?”She froze.Where was Phillian planning to take her?When the only possible place dawned on her, she gasped. But she didn’t have the chance to speak again before they reached the t
“Ugh, you look terrible.”That was the first thing Sacred said when they met, two days after she had confirmed her condition. They met at a restaurant near her apartment.“I had to fly all the way from Texas just to meet you,” he said as he sat across from her, his gaze fixed. “Make sure this is wor
Phillian remained expressionless as he ate the dish, though he appeared to enjoy it, taking several bites and chewing deliberately. When he reached for more, Calley allowed herself a small, hopeful smile.This was the first time she had ever cooked for anyone. During her years living alone in her Ne
"How can you trust this lawyer so much?""I trust him with my life, Free Phillian. He’s protected me from my aunts since the very beginning."Phillian’s brows drew together as a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within him. The way she said his name, Free Phillian, there was a softness to it,
She glanced at the man who had now gone straight to the kitchen. Only then did she notice he was carrying a stack of trays, which by the smell, were filled with food. Her stomach rumbled.“What’s your name?” Felicia asked, eyes sparkling with interest.Caught off guard, she quickly straightened and
Phillian shook his head, clearly embarrassed by the conversation, and resumed eating. Calley, noticing his discomfort, gathered her courage.“Are you… thinking of settling down soon?” she asked carefully.“Why not? I’ve been ready for years now. I just haven’t found the right woman to marry. But I d







