Velia furrowed her brow as Lucas passed through the kitchen door. It was his neat appearance that caught her attention. The reason intrigued her enough to momentarily pause her activities.

There was a freshly baked whole wheat bread waiting for Velia's touch. A sunny-side-up egg lingered in the air, seemingly reluctant to leave the skillet.

Lucas smiled faintly upon meeting Velia's gaze. He walked past the table and kitchen island, approaching Velia in front of the stove.

Lucas's embrace greeted Velia's waist, accompanied by a fleeting kiss he planted happily on her forehead.

Velia blinked. Lucas stepped back to give Velia a chance to prepare breakfast.

“You look sharp,” Velia...