Semua Bab In love with my mafia uncle: Bab 21

The mansion was too quiet. Morning light slid through the tall windows, pale and uncertain, painting long gold lines across the marble floor. Kiki sat at the table, untouched tea cooling in front of her.Eric hadn’t come down for breakfast. Again.Her fingers toyed with the edge of the cup as she tried not to remember the night before—how close they’d stood, how his voice had dropped to a whisper that felt like a promise. It had been too much, too honest, and now the silence between them was louder than any argument could have been.When she finally rose, intending to leave the dining room, the sound of his footsteps stopped her.Eric stood in the doorway, jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes darker than the coffee he hadn’t yet poured.“You didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.“Neither did you,” she replied.He gave a small, humorless laugh. “Seems we’re good at losing sleep over things we shouldn’t.”Something in his tone—cold, careful—scraped against her chest. “Is that what last night