Chapter 47

Syria’s POV

The next morning, I woke up and immediately noticed the empty space beside me.

My eyes widened, and I quickly sat up in bed.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep next to him.

He had his arms wrapped around me from behind, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered something I couldn’t quite recall now.

But he was definitely here last night.

And now… he’s gone?

My heart jumped a little. I scanned the room in confusion, about to get out of bed when the door suddenly opened.

He walked in, holding a tray.

I blinked a few times, unsure if I was still dreaming. On the tray, I saw food.

I furrowed my brows and stared at him. “You cooked that?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended.

I mean, there’s no one else in the mansion but the two of us. And I sure as hell didn’t cook anything.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he calmly walked over to the side of the bed and set the tray down.

Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed me