Chapter 283

In the morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast, and there was Hayden, already in the kitchen.

He'd changed into a short-sleeve shirt and cargo pants.

Apparently, he really liked this look. It gave off major special agent vibes, and honestly, it fit him perfectly.

It wasn't just his build but all that training he did. I remembered him doing push-ups last night.

I had to admit, his form was seriously on point.

"Why are you staring at me? Eat," Hayden said, catching me in the act.

I grabbed a bite of the beef macaroni soup he'd made and, curious, asked, "Do you hit the gym a lot?"

He scooped some more side dish into my bowl. "Nah, I work out on my own."

"No wonder your push-up form is so perfect," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He paused, then looked down. I thought he was embarrassed or something, but then he just asked casually, "You saw me?"

Now it was my turn to feel awkward, so I just focused on my pasta and nodded like I'd suddenly forgotten how to talk.

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