Standing beneath the shower, Daniel let the cool water cascade over him, washing away the weight of the day. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts strayed back to the kitchen—back to the unexpected sight of Anna, sleeves rolled up, confidently cooking.
A low chuckle slipped past his lips. "So… she's trying to impress me now?"
The idea amused him, but the amusement didn't last. The image of her so absorbed, so unlike the pampered woman he thought he knew, clung stubbornly to his mind.
With a faint scoff at himself, Daniel turned off the tap, grabbed a towel, and stepped out of the bathroom—his expression composed, though his thoughts were anything but amused.
"Let's see what my wife has prepared for me," Daniel muttered, a trace of curiosity softening his tone as he left his room.
His mood was lighter than usual—until he stepped into the dining hall.
The sight that greeted him made his steps falter.
