Lena’s wounds were getting better each day, and her body was slowly returning to normal.

The small village was peaceful and quiet, almost like it was cut off from the rest of the world. Even though it was close to Centrolis, it didn’t have the busy feel of a big city.

Lena liked the vibe there. She would often sit in the yard, looking at the flowers growing freely, taking deep breaths, and listening to birds singing.

At meal times, Chris would come to get her. The first time Lena saw the fancy meal Chris had made—four dishes and soup—her calm expression turned into one of amazement.

“How is it?” Chris, who still had on an apron, proudly showed her the dishes. “Try it. It’s going to make your taste buds dance!”

“How did you learn to cook like this? I thought…”

“Thought I’d blow up the kitchen like those two spoiled heirs?” Chris chuckled.

He had shredded the potatoes that way back in the Thompsons the last time just to preserve Zuko’s pride.

“When I first joined the military, I was assigned to the mess hall. Frying, sautéing, and cooking are all basic skills!”

Lena stared at him in a daze. Whenever he came close, she could smell the lingering aroma of cooking on him. She remembered someone saying that men were cuter when they cooked than when they smoked. She understood it now.

Who wouldn’t want to share their life with a man who possessed both a rugged charm and domestic qualities? Plus, he was adept at handling a sniper rifle…

A light blush appeared on Lena’s cheeks, but the slight flutter in her heart settled swiftly like a warm iron smoothing out wrinkled fabric.

Chris readied another meal that night and called her in from the yard.

Lena’s movement was still limited, so Chris had been carrying her to and fro the house whenever necessary these days. Today was the same—gently, he settled her into her seat.

fresh from the lady

her lips

stayed in the village, he occasionally assisted the villagers with tasks besides taking care of Lena. Gradually, the villagers

specific day when a middle-aged woman living at the village’s entrance appeared as if she intended

She took a bite of the mushroom slice but

Lena

he had just picked up

“W-What’s… What’s the matter?”

a few words through her gritted teeth,

before bursting into laughter. “I added vinegar dressing for the salad! Who told

Lena’s,

things. She had mistakenly

Maybe try something else?” Chris attempted to appease her, sliding a plate of shrimp her way. He added with a smile, “I was thinking of preparing some raw sliced fish for you, but I don’t want to take chances since your injuries haven’t completely healed

dressing plate. She remembered that Chris didn’t know how to make the dressing—but the woman

that realization, Lena’s jealousy began

Lena was thinking, felt confused. Was there really no food on this table

this, he set down

how you got hurt. Why are you so certain that Kaitlyn had

blank expression. “She’s the most

snooped around Uncle Nicholas’

Lena replied lightly. “Also, she thinks I’m not normal. Someone who thinks someone else is odd must

was both amused and

a new kind of reasoning to him,

encountered this sort of logic. Normally,

fit that pattern. Because, from our viewpoint, neither you

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