Auntie Naomi shook her head with a smile and walked out. Ramsey: " His expression darkened as he quickened his pace.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen.
"I already told you I'd handle this," Camilla said with a light laugh, taking the ingredients back from Sinclair's hands.
"Just stand here and keep me company—no helping," she added, resuming her work on the half-prepared ingredients.
"This is a nourishing soup I just learned from Sonia.
It's supposed to help replenish your energy."
"Nourishing?"
Sinclair stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Camilla's waist from behind and resting his chin lightly on her shoulder.
His voice was deep and husky, laced with playful suggestions.
"What, Camilla, do you think I'm not in good enough shape?"
At his words, Camilla suddenly recalled certain past moments, and her fair cheeks instantly flushed with warmth.
"Sweetheart!"
Sinclair smirked but said nothing more.
After dinner, the couple didn't immediately return to their room.
