Unravelled Love || ✔️

♡CHAPTER 35♡

My eyes fluttered open slowly, and as I gazed up at the ceiling, I realized I had finally had a peaceful night's sleep.

With a contented smile, I turned to my side and stretched, wrapping my arms around a body beside me.

As I opened my eyes, a grey T-shirt came into view.

It's Adhrit!

It took me a moment to remember that we had fallen asleep together the night before.
I closed my eyes, then mustered the courage to look up.
Judging by the steady rise and fall of his chest, he was still asleep - or so I thought.

When I finally dared to glance up, Adhrit was already looking down at me, his sweet smile melting my heart.

"Good morning, my lady," he greeted, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead that made my heart race.

In a flurry of excitement, I jumped out of bed, exclaiming that I needed to freshen up before heading to university.

Grabbing random clothes from my closet, I dashed into the washroom.

Placing a hand over my rapidly beating heart, I caught sight of my flushed face in the mirror - feeling the imprint of Adhrit's kiss on my forehead.
Unable to suppress a smile, I leaned in closer, relishing the lingering warmth left by his lips.

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The clothes I had chosen to bring with me were just not what I wanted to wear to university.

So, I peeked into my room from the washroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adhrit, but he was nowhere to be found.

With a sigh of relief, I decided to change into something more to my taste.

After switching outfits, I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs.
The mansion looked empty; there was no sign of Adhrit, and I couldn't help but wonder where he might be.

He didn't have an office, so where could he possibly be?

My mind raced with questions as I walked down the steps.
I headed toward the kitchen, intending to grab some breakfast, when I unexpectedly spotted Adhrit standing there... cooking!

"Oh, you're done with your shower! Come here, I made breakfast for you," he said with a smile, pulling out a chair for me.

I was momentarily stunned but soon made my way to the chair he'd positioned for me.

He crossed the table to bring the food over from the counter.

"Focaccia French Toast, Scrambled Eggs with Smoked Chicken, and a Blueberry-Banana-Nut Smoothie," he announced, showcasing the culinary masterpiece before me.

The dishes were not only perfectly cooked but also beautifully garnished.

I had only tasted his soup before, and I never imagined he had such impressive cooking skills.

My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at him.

"Did you maybe take cooking lessons?" I inquired, and he shook his head.

"Then you must truly be a prodigy!" I exclaimed, and he responded with a charming smile.

"Perhaps," he replied, sitting down beside me.

"Please eat, my lady," he added, grinning. I nodded and took a bite of the Focaccia French Toast.

It was just as delicious as it looked, and I couldn't help but smile at him in approval as he smiled back.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" I asked.

"I'll have to do it later; I don't have anywhere to go," He flashed a small smile and seemed to be putting on a sad face on purpose. I could tell just by looking at him.