Chapter 609

Bella’s head was still fuzzy the next morning. She was a little disoriented. She abruptly opened her eyes and jolted up from bed. The monotonous colors of black, white, and gray and the calming incense in the room relaxed her. “This is a man’s room. Christopher?” Bella had a horrible headache, as if someone had just hit her head with a club. The last thing she remembered from last night was arguing with Justin, and everything else after was a blur. With her heart pounding, Bella got up and left the room. Downstairs in the kitchen, Christopher wore a white shirt and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. He was at the kitchen counter, making breakfast for Bella. The warm morning sun outside the window shone on the man, softening his facial lines. He was handsome and poised like a gentleman in a painting. He often cooked but never wore an apron. Christopher never wore the same garment twice anyway. “Mr. Iverson.” Christopher looked up tenderly at the sound of Bella’s vo