Chapter 688

Tarquin could read her like an open book. Gently pushing aside her hand, he planted a soft kiss on her cute nose and forehead. "Hungry?" He shouldn't have mentioned it. Now that he did, Elysia realized she was actually starving.

They had been wrapped up in each other all day, not bothering to eat a thing.

"What would you like to eat? I'll whip something up for you."

Elysia made a move to get up, but Tarquin gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "What do you want to eat? I'll take care of it. You rest a bit more."

Elysia chuckled, "I'm not tired anymore. Let's do it together?"

"Alright, you can be my sous chef."

Both got out of bed, and Elysia, still donning his shirt, headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Catching her reflection, her cheeks flushed and her heart raced.

Her neck bore the marks of his affection, bold and intimate.

After freshening up, she found Tarquin busy in the kitchen, looking every bit the domestic god.

Seeing her, his gaze intensified.

Elysia, feeling somewhat self-conscious, glanced down and, with flushed cheeks, mumbled, "I'll go change."

Tarquin immediately stopped her,

one else is here, keep it on. It looks good on you.

her, exuding that perfect

where her clothes from yesterday were still

no choice, she braved it out and joined him in the

utterly

sit well. How about I make you some chicken soup? I've ordered a few sides; they should be here

what can

bunch of green onions and some

rolled up her sleeves and got to

steal glances at

couldn't help but ask, "What's so

my luck, finding

and

laughter filled the kitchen, the very

rang with their

was dressed for his

delivery was made by a friend,

brought in the order, and Elysia set

yet cozy

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