Adelyn's brows drew into a slight frown.
She looked toward the kitchen, confusion flickering in her eyes.
What was he doing there?
Unable to see clearly from where she stood, she gently tugged at Eira's arm. "Let's go and see."
They walked over, their steps soft.
Little Eira followed quietly.
Even so, Dylan heard them with ease.
With his back still turned towards them, he asked casually, "You two are done?"
Adelyn hummed in response, leaning slightly to peek past him —but his tall frame blocked her view entirely.
"What are you doing, Mr. Warren?" she asked politely. "If you're craving a late-night snack, you can tell me. I'll prepare it for you. You don't have to trouble yourself."
The next moment, Dylan turned around —with a glass of milk in his hand.
Adelyn paused.
Her gaze swept over him unconsciously —from head to toe.
He was wearing the set she had worn not long ago.
And the way her clothes now fit him —
It stirred something strange inside her chest.
