NovelEnglishMarco took in the scene contentedly, yearning for this simple, domestic life to bechis forever.
Just the two of them, sharing meals, witnessing the changing seasons together.
He no longer concerned himself with the affairs of the Bryant family or the judgment of society.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOblivious to his reflections, Loraine proficiently sorted the groceries and commenced meal preparations.
Her movements were deliberate and elegant, resembling the creation of an art piece more than a mere act of cooking. It was as if she wasn’t just preparing a meal but was crafting a culinary masterpiece. This enraptured Marco, who found himself staring at her in wonder.
Detecting his stare, Loraine turned around to find him smiling softly, his gaze tenderly fixed on her.
He remained silent.
“What are you looking at?” Loraine teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully.
Marco glanced down slightly, and then walked towards her, encircling her waist from behind in a loving embrace.
“I was just reflecting on how fortunate | am and how remiss | was in not valuing you when we first married. | nearly missed the opportunity to share my life with such an extraordinary wife. Thankfully, destiny granteda second chance.” Memories of their three-year marriage washed over Marco as he watched Loraine bustling about in the kitchen. He felt a twinge of regret for not cherishing their ttogether previously and gratitude for still having the chance to be with her now.
At least, Loraine was still willing to cook for him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn their modest apartment, a mere few dozen square meters, Loraine had transformed it into a warm, inviting haven. This was the hhe had yearned for all along.
ANGELA'sLIBRARY The place where Loraine resided was his home.
Holding Loraine in his arms, Marco noticed that she stiffened and her hand, which had been chopping vegetables, stopped for a moment. She squirmed a little and chided him gently, “Let go, | need to finish cooking.” Her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink, and Marco couldn't help but be enticed by her flushed ear, so near his lips that a simple bow of his head would bring him in contact with it.
His gaze deepened at the thought.
However, Loraine remained oblivious to his inner turmoil and prodded, “Marco, if you want to help, you'll have to letgo first, or we'll have nothing to eat tonight.” Finally shaken from his daydream, Marco reluctantly released the soft, warm figure from his arms. He then took the knife from Loraine’s hand.
Loraine observed him curiously as he cleared his throat and somewhat awkwardly offered, “Loraine, letcook for you tonight. You can relax.” He wanted to cook?
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