Chapter 121

As Roman stepped into the kitchen, I felt a sudden tension coil in my stomach. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on Greece before settling on me. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered, perhaps taking in my new blonde hair.

Or maybe it was something else.

He looked at me like he was unable to look away and I heldy breath, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do…or say.

"I... I brought dinner," Roman finally said, lifting a bag I hadn't noticed before. The scent of something delicious wafted from it, and I felt a pang of surprise and warmth at the gesture. It was something he had never done before, at least not since I'd lost my memories.

Dinner?

Damn it, why was he being so…so…

"Oh," I said, caught off guard. "That's very thoughtful of you, Roman. We've actually just finished cooking, but we can save what you brought for tomorrow. It won't go to waste," I replied in the most steady voice I could muster, unsure of why I was feeling slightly bad that I made dinn