NovelEnglishChapter 0606 Nina By the tEnzo and I pulled ourselves away from our embrace, the clock read past four o'clock. I was beginning to feel restless, but Enzo was fast asleep. We had both dozed off yet again, although Enzo was more deep in sleep than I was.
With a gentle sigh, I carefully extricated myself from Enzo, my fingers trailing lightly over his arm as I did so. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering before he let out a contented sigh and settled back into sleep.
I couldn't help but smirk as I watched him sleep. He clearly needed it, and I wasn't going to wake him up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut then my eyes caught it; the mark on his wrist. It was almost fully healed by now, but I could just barely make out the faint line where the bruise had been before. It wasn't so much the fact that he had the mark, it was the way he reacted when I pointed it out.
It wasn't like Enzo to flinch away when it cto injuries. Under normal circumstances, he likely could have pulled up his sleeve to havelook at it. He often liked to do things like that, joking that it was my job as his personal doctor-and often resulted in a smack fromand a lot of laughter.
But this was different. Something about Enzo's reaction when I had initially pointed the bruise out madewonder if there was something he wasn't telling me.
A fight, maybe? A moment of clumsiness? Maybe he was just embarrassed.
Either way, I decided to let my worries go for now and get dressed. I pulled a comfortable dress out of my closet and slipped it on, followed by a pair of slip-ons. It was just a casual dinner at home; there was no need to get dressed up.
As an afterthought, though, I slipped one of the talismans Elara had givenaround my neck, concealing it underneath my dress. Just in case.
Downstairs, the delicious aroma of simmering spices and herbs wafted through the house, pullingcloser to the kitchen. My parents' voices carried through the air, and I could hear them laughing, their cheerful banter filling the room.
As I entered the kitchen, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight that greeted me.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMy dad was donned in an apron that read "King of the Kitchen," Flour dusted his nose, and there was a hint of sauce smeared on his cheek. He stood over a pot of bubbling sauce, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred vigorously.
My mother, equally amused, was perched on a stool by the kitchen island, a glass of wine in hand and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Looks like someone has taken over the kitchen," I quipped, leaning against the doorframe.
My father turned, a look of mock seriousness on his face. "Ah, Nina, you've arrived just in tto witness my culinary masterpiece. Tonight, I am the chef."
My mother snorted with laughter, nearly spilling her wine. "I tried to tell him that he didn't heed to cook, but he insisted on doing it himself tonight," she laughed.
I couldn't help but chuckle. My dad usually left the cooking to the servants, but something had begun to shift recently think my mother had an influence on him; she was rarely the type to let someone else do everything for her. Maybe she had finally convinced him that he didn't need someone else cooking his meals every single day. The content. is on novelenglish.net!
With a flourish, my father presented a spoonful of sauce forto taste.l obliged, taking a small taste. My eyes widened slightly as the flavors hit my tongue. "Bravo, dad," I said. "Who knew you could cook?" "Oh, please," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I've always been a secret gourmand. After all, your sister..."
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