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Chapter 42: Confrontation

Rowan walked into Page's room after she invited him in. They had just finished having an Italian sausage soup and an Italian chopped salad with salami crisps, croutons, buttery and mild Castelvetrano olives and additional romano cheese that five of their chefs had prepared, their head chef inclusive. The salad was crisp, tangy, crunchy and beautifully bright with an exceptionally appetizing appearance.

“That Italian salad and soup tasted heavenly. I have been craving Italian salad for two days now but the time to make some or tell the chefs to never came. I feel good!” she fell on her king sized bed standing firm in her master bedroom and sighed, her lips stretching into a fulfilling smile.

Rowan beamed brightly as he sat beside her and gazed at her.

Little things make her extremely happy, his subconsciousness rang.

Truly, they matter.

He reached for her face and lazily ran the pad of his thumb over her soft smooth cheek. He raised her up by her hand so that she was facing him. His
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