When Arielle opened her eyes, she found herself alone in the room at the apartment, and Vinson was nowhere to be seen.
She washed up and got out of the room.
Hearing her footsteps, Vinson, with an apron on, came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.
“You must be hungry. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said, gazing lovingly at her.
Arielle thought he had gone out to buy breakfast and did not expect he would personally cook for her. She could not help but smile as she walked into the kitchen, hugged him from behind, and pressed her cheek against his back.
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