CHAPTER 134

As the morning light poured into the kitchen, it painted a gentle radiance across the room. The soft hues danced upon the countertops, highlighting the vibrant array of fruits and vegetables carefully arranged on the cutting board.

I had spent the morning with a heart full of love, determined to create something extraordinary for breakfast. The aroma of toasted bread wafted through the air as I prepared a creamy pasta dish, hoping that my simple culinary efforts could rekindle a warmth in our household, one that had often felt chilly and distant.

While I stirred the pot, my thoughts drifted back to the passionate evening I shared with Leon here. The steamy moment I had with him flashed in my head and made me blushed out of embarrassment. Now cooking here everyday would remind me how Leon eat my cunt here.

And Just as I was about to reach for the pasta, plunging my hand deep into the floury bag, I felt a sudden and unexpected embrace from behind.

“Margarette,” his voice murmured into