Chapter 109: Refusing To Cook For Levi

Levi Rodriguez sat on the edge of his couch; his usually confident green eyes were flickering toward the woman across the room. Eleanor Muller—his ex-wife—stood by the kitchen counter, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a marble slab. Her pale skin, as flawless as ever, was offset by the soft waves of her brown hair cascading over her shoulders, yet there was something different in her posture. Levi cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced himself to speak. “Eleanor, I was thinking… maybe we could make something to eat? Together?” Her eyes, those piercing blue orbs, narrowed as they flicked toward him. There was a time when the very thought of cooking together would have thrilled her, but that time felt like a distant memory. She crossed her arms over her chest, standing tall despite her shorter height. “I’m not cooking, Levi,” she replied, her voice cold and detached, with none of the warmth that once existed between them. The words were simple, yet the