It was nearly six o'clock when he got home. The summer day was long, and the sun still hung in the west, painting half the sky red.
Connor ignored the group of people from S Kingdom guarding his gate and walked straight into the villa, locking the door behind him. He slowly walked around the garden and entered the living room.
The house was filled with the aroma of food. That cunning, fiercely capable woman was wearing his oversized shirt, her long legs bare, standing barefoot in the kitchen making soup.
Connor's heart skipped a beat, ached a bit.
He walked over, took the spoon from her hand, his voice revealing a hint of unusual emotion: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why are you cooking?"
"I'm much better today."
Natalie Niles spoke with a bland tone: "I coughed up some blood last night, but today I feel my chest is less congested. Maybe it was all clotted blood, spitting it out helps the wounds heal."
"You coughed up blood last night? Why didn't you tell me?"
