Chapter 23

Isabella's pov;

After two weeks,

I yawned as I descended the stairs and looked around the house; there was no one in the living room, and the centre of the house was also empty.

I went to the kitchen to eat, but Kirk was nowhere to be found. What day is it? Is it the weekend? Because no workers come to this house on weekends.

I was about to leave the kitchen when I noticed a plate covered and stopped. I opened it to find a shrimp salad with ravioli pasta. Who cooked this beauty? I took the plate, walked out of the kitchen, and sat at the dining table, holding the plate. I started digging in because I was hungry. After taking a bite, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that Mr Martinez had prepared the food.

Mr Martinez came in with a garden shovel while I was eating and said, "Sleeping princess is out of bed finally. How's the shrimp salad coming along?"

"Yummy. Best meal after a good sleep." With a yawn, I asked, pointing to the shovel, "Are you mowing the lawn? Wait a minute, I'll fi