All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Samuel led the way up the wide staircase without saying much. The house was quieter inside than I expected and the thick carpets even muted our footsteps. Riley had already been shown to a room farther down the hall and Samuel stopped in front of a door near the end of the corridor, then opened it for me. “Your room, miss,” he said politely. “There are fresh towels in the bathroom, and the wardrobe has been aired. Dinner will be served in about an hour. Please ring if you need anything.” I stepped inside. And honestly, it was a very nice room with dark heavy curtains half-drawn against the afternoon light. A small sitting area near the window overlooked the trees at the back of the property. Everything looked carefully prepared. I couldn’t ask for anything more. “Thank you.” He nodded then lingered long enough to make sure I had everything, then gave another quiet nod and left, closing the door softly behind him. Exhaling softly, I set my bag down on the chair by the window a

THEA ASHFORD °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Three days.It had been three days since Gage promised to look into what happened near Seraphina’s place. Three days since he kissed my forehead and told me he would find out exactly what went on. Three days since I allowed myself to believe that, whatever it was, he would handle it.And in those three days, something had shifted.Gage was hiding something from me.It was hard to pinpoint at first since he still kissed me every morning and held me at night but there was a distance in his eyes now that hadn’t been there before. He was more distracted. More careful with his words and took more private calls. Always leaving the room when his phone rang.And every time I asked if there was any update about Seraphina, his answer was the same:“I’m still looking into it.”It was subtle, but it was there. A wall I couldn’t quite see, only feel. And the worst part was the quiet certainty growing in my chest — whatever he was hiding… it had something to do with Seraph

SARAPHINA °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The lecture hall felt more drained than usual. “That’s all for today,” the professor announced, closing his laptop. “We’ll pick up the remaining chapters next week. Try not to fall too far behind.” As chairs scraped and bags zipped, people started filing toward the doors in a half-awake shuffle. I stood, stretching the stiffness out of my shoulders, and gathered my notebook and pen. It was a good thing the semester was almost over. The long drive between campus and the mansion was already wearing on me, and this was only the second day of commuting under Celeste roof. By the time I got back each evening the sun was already lower. I slipped my things into my bag and joined the slow stream of students heading out into the hallway, adjusting the strap on my shoulder and started walking, already calculating how long the ride home would take today when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Mom’s name on the screen. I stepped to the side of the

I stared down at the scarred prep table, the blade resting idle against a pile of minced vegetables. “She looks so young,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the dull side of the blade. Beside me, she paused mid-stir. The heavy copper pot settled back onto the burner with a soft, resonant clink. She let out a soft, breathy laugh in half agreement and half playfulness. “She does,” she murmured. Then, leaning her hip lightly against the counter, she added, “Just like me, right?” I turned away from the vegetable to look at her. In the warm light of the line, with a stray lock of hair tucked behind her ear and a sly, playful grin softening her lips. A sudden, quiet laugh broke through the hum of the kitchen. “Can’t argue with that,” I admitted, smiling back. “You’ve got me there.” She let out a genuine, musical laugh and set her spoon aside. Wiping her hands on her apron, she moved toward the side counter to peek under the lid of one of the covered dishes. “I see my face every day,” she

I tilted my head slightly, studying his profile. “I didn’t know you cared about that sort of thing.” He glanced sideways at me, raising an eyebrow. “What thing?” I gave a small shrug. “People.” “People?” “Yeah.” “People?” he repeated, as if the word itself offended him. “… yeah.” He let out a dry, breathy laugh and shook his head, turning his gaze back toward the roses. “Look, I might be an asshole,” he said, taking another quiet drag, “but give me some credit. I’m not a total piece of shit.” I raised an eyebrow, letting a small smirk slip through. “So you’re self-aware.” “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he breathed out, trailing a thin plume of smoke past his lips. “Oh, please,” I said, leaning back. “Too late to backpedal. You just used the A-word on yourself.” Noah stared at me for a second, cigarette paused halfway to his mouth. “A-word?” he repeated, disbelief plain in his voice. “You mean Asshole?” “Yeah.” He kept looking at me, longer this time, eyes