Chapter 112 : WorriedHer Piv I stepped into the house, my bag still on my shoulder, and the warm air inside hit me differently than usual. It should have felt like relief, like coming home, but instead, a heaviness sat in my chest. Lucien was in the living room, reading some papers, his tie loosened, the jacket hung on the chair. He looked up when I entered, and for a moment, his eyes softened.“How was work?” he asked, setting the papers aside. His voice was calm, careful.I tried to smile. “It was… fine,” I said. “Everything’s fine.”He didn’t say anything after that, just studied me for a few long seconds. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like he was trying to see past the smile I plastered on my face.Later, in the kitchen, he moved around quietly. I could hear the soft sound of knives chopping, pans clinking, the scent of food slowly filling the air. He was cooking for me.I leaned against the counter, pretending to be busy with my bag. “I’m not hungry,” I said softly, even
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