138: Smoke

Dana

I had fallen asleep in Demian's arms, but when I woke up, he was no longer beside me. It was Demian who woke me. I saw him standing next to the bed with a tray of food. He smiled happily, and I smiled back at him. Demian placed the tray of food on the side of the bed.

"What is that?" I asked. I thought he had told the maid to cook for me.

I wondered what the employees thought when Demian and I locked ourselves in the room. Besides, Demian didn't have his shirt on. The employees weren't fools. They would all know that Demian and I had had sex.

"I know it's not a big deal, but I made it for you," he looked proud.

I raised my eyebrows.

Demian didn't cook because he was terrible in the kitchen. The only time he tried to make me dinner was at the beginning of our relationship, and he almost burned the house down by accident. Since that day, Demian didn't want to cook again. I appreciated and valued his loving gesture.

"You made it? You?" I asked, unable to hide my surpri