Chapter 13 (Our First Fight)

Lyra’s POV 

As morning light seeped through the curtains, I gradually opened my eyes, only to find the space beside me empty. A pang of gloom washed over me, as I realized he must have already left for work.

The sound of the door creaking open caught my attention, and I turned to see George entering the room in his pyjamas, a tray in his hands.

"Good morning, Gorgeous," he greeted me with a warm smile, placing the tray on the bed before leaning down to kiss my forehead.

Wrapped snugly in the bedsheets, I couldn't help but question, "What's the occasion?" My eyes scanned the array of dishes on the tray, all meticulously prepared for breakfast.

"Nothing special," he replied softly, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "I promised to cook for you for the rest of my life, remember?"

"Well, you're certainly keeping that promise," a hint of sarcasm laced my response as I remarked. 

His expression softened, and he gently grasped my