Watching that slender, elegant figure bustling about, Caden Reginald's lips curved into a smile. 'This is what warmth feels like,' he thought.
Seraphina Ashworth's phone, which she had left on the dining room table, rang at an inopportune moment. Caden Reginald walked over, picked it up, and was about to hand it to her when—
"Can you get that for me? My hands are all greasy," Seraphina Ashworth said without turning around, her focus remaining on the evening's main course.
Glancing at the screen and seeing the word "Dad," Caden Reginald's gaze sharpened. He answered the call. Before he could speak, a gentle voice came from the other end.
"Seraphina, what time is your flight tomorrow? Dad will come pick you up."
"Hello? Seraphina? Huh, did I dial the wrong number?" Paul Ashworth muttered to himself on the other end. Just as he was about to hang up and redial, a voice spoke.
