Chapter 33

Breakfast consisted of pancakes and scrambled eggs, and even as Zachariah ate, there was an air about him that made it feel like a fine dining experience. Since there were no maids in the house, did this mean he had cooked himself? Laurelle felt a bit guilty for not only getting up later than the host but also having him prepare food for her. "Um..." She looked up at him and hesitated before speaking, "From now on, I'll make breakfast." At her words, he set down his fork and knife as if he knew what she was thinking. "It's not a big deal in our own home," he replied. Our own home? She paused, feeling a strange warmth wash over her with those three words. It felt as though a gentle breeze had stirred the waters of her heart, creating ripples. She had her own home now... "Eat more." He pushed some meatballs toward her. His movements were natural and familiar. "I don't want you to be too thin." She pressed her lips together and nodded, still dazed. She was too thin—at 168 centim