Chapter 155. The Awaited Night

Ellie's POV

As I step into my house, the absence of Damian's familiar presence is immediately noticeable. However, the sweet aroma wafting from the doorway of the kitchen gives away his whereabouts. I didn't expect him to cook for me, but the gesture fills me with warmth and gratitude.

With a sense of anticipation, I fling my purse onto the couch and kick off my shoes, eager to see what he is making for us and indulge in the delicious meal he's prepared. As I stroll towards the kitchen, the enticing scent grows stronger, teasing my senses and stirring my appetite.

And here he is, busy and dazzling in nothing but an apron, coating his tight muscles. Wow! I lean on the door frame, scrutinizing him as he cooks for us and adoring how much beauty he adds to my kitchen—and my life in general. Where would I be if I didn't bump into him that day? What would have become of me?

As I reflect on my journey, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude