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Irene’s POV:

I felt it, the uneasiness in his body. How tense it was. It must be hard for him. That’s why I suggested, him to rest.

“What are you doing?” I was still in his arms. His eyes wandered to the kitchen.

“I was making something for the picnic, remember?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, recklessly looking straight in my eyes.

“Are you still down for it?”I asked sheepishly.

“Still? You think I was,” he smirked mischievously. I just giggled in response.

I was still in my dress that I wore in the morning. This dress had some memories. And wearing it made me realise how time has changed.

“You came early?” he asked as he followed me in the kitchen. My hair was tied in a bun. I readjusted it to avoid it coming in front of my face.

“I just skipped the classes,” I started beating the cake batter. Noah was making cheese sandwiches.

“Just for the picnic?” he said, standing against the counter beside me.

“Yes for the picnic, with you,” the end of the sentence was like a whisper. But I made sure t