She looked up at Wyatt Yardley and gave a gentle smile.
"But it's not too late now. Let's formalize our bonding tonight, and never mention the word 'apart' again."
Wyatt didn't respond.
Seraphina Caldwell slightly tilted her head, instinctively leaning into his palm.
There was a quiet warmth in the air, slowly flowing between the two.
Soon, the soup in the pot began to simmer, and the aroma wafted out in waves.
Even Gideon Larkin, from a distance, couldn't sit still anymore and sidled up to the pot, his ice-blue eyes gleaming.
"Is it ready to drink? I'm so hungry that my stomach is sticking to my back!"
He crouched by the pot, his nose constantly twitching.
The steam hit his face, bringing out a fine layer of sweat.
He licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the meat pieces rolling in the pot.
Wyatt served a bowl and handed it to Seraphina.
"Drink slowly, don't burn yourself."
