Eranthe looked at his face, so serious it looked like he was attending a trillion-dollar international conference—and something soft inside her completely collapsed.She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her face against the back of his perfectly pressed bespoke shirt.“Rodriguez, sweetheart, didn’t anyone teach you that you’re supposed to turn on the extractor fan when cooking?”Colin paused mid-flip. The tips of his ears turned faintly red.“Talk too much. Go wait outside,” he said coldly.At night, after showering, Eranthe sat cross-legged by the coffee table, taking notes for an online course.After Colin finished washing up, he came out holding a hairdryer. He naturally sat down behind her and lifted her onto his lap with one arm.“Vmmm—”Warm air flowed through her hair.His fingers moved slowly and gently through her long strands.He even softened his breathing, every movement unbelievably careful, as if afraid of pulling a single strand of
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