CHAPTER 129: UNEXPECTED VISITOR

I feel light and airy while we eat dinner in the small sitting room off the foyer. I refused to eat it in the grand dining spaces surrounding the kitchen because those felt completely cold and uninviting. Kent, of course, agreed and smiled, letting me choose the spot.

Our early dinner was steak with roasted potatoes and green vegetables. Incredibly boring as a dish, but delicious in taste. Whoever had made it certainly seemed to know what they were doing.

"Did you want a glass of wine with dinner?" He asks, breaking me from my enjoyment of our food.

"I'm alright with my water!" I whisper, and he shrugs.

"Just offering," he suggests, and I smile briefly.

This playful look passed between us every now and then, it continued to make my cheeks flush every time.

"Is it good?" He asks, and I smile.

"Delicious," I assure him, and he nods, reaching across the table for my hand. I place it in his, feeling warmth tingle through my palm. "Mark finally seems like he's getting used to us," I