"You don’t have to do this for me, you see," Rayan said with a playful glint in his eyes as he watched Anthea serve him the food at the table. The aroma of the meal filled the room, mingling with the tension between them. "Why?" Anthea quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Because you're the Morin heiress. Besides,Besides, I know you don't like working in the kitchen." Rayan teased, his tone light but his gaze lingering on her. "And your wife and a mother. Things change, Rayan." Anthea added, her own teasing smirk mirroring his.Rayan's brow twitched, a flicker of something passing through his eyes. "You're taking your role quite seriously,seriously,seriously, then," he remarked, taking the first morsel into his mouth and stealing a glance at Anthea as she settled on the other side of the table. "Why wouldn't I?It's alwaysIt's always It's always been my dream to take care of you and our baby," Anthea admitted, her voice softer now, betraying a hint of vulnerability. "M
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