Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 72 The Homey Caden

Finished

Caden stond in the kitchen, dressed in casual loungewear and wearing an apron, moving methodically as he

busied himself

The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting a warm glow over him as if painting him with hues of gold.

His chiseled features and sensual lips made it impossible to look away.

The usual aloofness he carried at work seemed to have melted away, replaced by an air of homely charm. Even in an apron, his striking good looks were as mesmerizing as ever, almost otherworldly.

I couldn’t help but be momentarily dazed.

“You’re awake?” Caden asked, glancing back at me when he heard a sound.

Snapping out of it, I asked curiously, “What are you doing in the kitchen?”

Willa had something to take care of today,” he replied nonchalantly.

“I see” I nodded. “You can cook?”

Caden removed his apron, saying, “Why don’t you try it and see for yourself?”

Sitting at the dining table, I took a bite of the scrambled eggs he’d made. I couldn’t hold back my praise.

This is really good.”

1 never would’ve imagined that the mighty CEO of Eclipse Group could cook so well.

My opinion of him subtly shifted..

“Have more if you like it,” Caden said with a faint smile. He then served a piece of sandwich on my plate.

This rare moment of care from him stirred an inexplicable warmth in my heart.

“Alpha, are you falling for him? I can feel your heart racing, Freya teased.

ignored her and focused

wasn’t bad. He was tall, handsome, powerful, and wealthy. In the business world,

being insufferable, he could almost be called the perfect

made breakfast for me every day, I might

Caden’s phone suddenly

in a deep

to my keen hearing, I caught Yale’s voice on the other

workers responsible for

72 The Homey Caden

them has since resigned,” Yale continued respectfully. “The other two claim the resigned worker was

Caden ordered tersely.

asked tentatively, “Was

eyes slightly. “Still

the situation wasn’t simple, I

Finished

took out a tube of ointment to apply to my wound. Although it wasn’t serious,

my thoughts. “Let

I was greeted

it myself, I

protest. He took the ointment from my hand, knelt slightly, and

me before; now it’s my turn,” he said matter–of–factly, leaving me no room to refuse.

“Fine…” I relented.

“I

sent a shiver up my spine as his long fingers gently rubbed against

began to

me as he stood up. “Make sure to reapply it on time,

scar.”

However, my leg had been propped up for so long that I wobbled slightly when I stood. I

up,

was just an inch away from my lips.

This dmned distance.

that I could hardly breathe, and my

Caden’s POV:

blushing shyly stirred something deep

I leaned closer, my lips aiming for

softness and sweetness filled my senses.