Chapter 566

The next morning, Sloane woke to the smell of something delicious.

She stumbled downstairs, still half-asleep, and found Roman in the kitchen wearing an apron, ladling lobster ravioli into bowls.

Sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing him in warmth. In his casual home clothes, he looked impossibly gentle.

Sloane leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a while before