284.Chapter 284

The black apron hugged his lean waist, paired with sleek black dress pants that showed off his long legs. His tie was gone, and the collar of his shirt was casually undone.

With a plate in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, he moved with effortless ease, like he belonged in this cozy, domestic scene.

Lyra pressed her lips together, her gaze lingering on him. 'He looks so good in an apron,