40. Personal Chef

Earlier in the morning, Ansel woke up and started to get ready for work. Elisa was still sleeping, so he was extra careful not to make any noises.

He stared at her for a few seconds and watched her chest rise and fall slowly. Long, dark tresses had fallen all over her face, and he had to resist the urge to brush them aside. Instead, he sighed and went to take a shower.

He found Audre standing in the kitchen first thing morning with her hands on her tiny hip. "What are you doing?" he asked her. "You're up early," he grinned. Audre was pouting like a little grumpy old lady.

"I'm hungry," Audre said and rubbed her eyes as if she was still half asleep.

"Then wait for your mother to wake up, and I'm sure she'll make you breakfast," Ansel suggested. He wished he could have some of those she made before. Would she cook more food when they get married?

"I'll go wake her up!" Audre's eyes turned bright at the mention of her mother. She looked like she