Chapter 803

Tarquin, freshly showered, immediately noticed the bustling figure in the kitchen.

Hair tied in a casual, low ponytail, an apron wrapped around her waist, and slippers on her feet, she gently stirred a pot with a wooden spoon, embodying the essence of a tender-hearted spouse.

A wave of warmth flooded Tarquin's heart. Drying his hair, he draped the towel around his neck and strode into the kitchen with his long legs. Wrapping his arms around Elysia from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, he asked, "What's got you cooking at this hour?"

Elysia turned to peck his cheek, playfully teasing, "Whipping up something special for my hubby. Hope he's willing to give it a taste?" Overjoyed, Tarquin hugged her tighter and returned the kiss, "If it's made by my wife, of course, I'll have it."

With a giggle, Elysia served up the dish.

Concerned she might burn herself, Tarquin took the plate and headed to the dining room.

Sitting opposite each other, one savored the meal while the other watched.

hand, Elysia initiated conversation, “What's in

with a large

"Just some personal collectibles. You know psychology; I thought maybe you could help

take a look." Elysia stood

at it and said, "This person is hopeful about

frowned, "Hopeful about

dark psyche, really harbor

of wheat, symbolizing hope. Whoever owns this painting must be

with a

Keith, Elysia didn't dwell on it and

the passage of time, symbolizing its fleeting nature. It's typically

Tarquin just listened.

placing the hourglass aside, Elysia picked up

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