Chapter 72 The Homey Kaelen

Kaelen stood in the kitchen, dressed in casual loungewear and wearing an apron, moving methodically as he busied himself.

The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting a warm glow over him as if painting him with hues of gold.

His chiseled features and sensual lips made it impossible to look away.

The usual aloofness he carried at work seemed to have melted away, replaced by an