Chapter 115

The next morning, Ronan sat up in bed. His head, post-hangover, felt like it was about to explode.

He rubbed his temples with his hands and slowly opened his eyes.

Getting up from bed, Ronan, with a pounding headache, surveyed the room with a blurry vision.

Frowning deeply, he wondered where he was.

His clothes from yesterday were washed and neatly folded on the bedside table.

He dressed, slipped into slippers, and walked out, realizing he was at Majestic Crest Villa.

His gaze immediately searched for Lyra.

Descending the stairs, he heard activity in the kitchen and found Lyra.

She wore an oversized maternity dress, one hand supporting her waist and the other stirring a pot on the stove.

The pot contained porridge, emitting a sweet aroma that reached Ronan's nose.

Her hair fell in a cascade, and she used fair fingers to gently tuck it behind her ear.

Sunlight cast a golden hue on her face, presenting a serene and beautiful picture.

Ronan felt a warm surge in his chest, like ripples of