Unspoken Devotion

Nolan peeled and sliced two or three apples, arranging the pieces neatly on a small plate. Celine didn't hold back, picking up a fork to enjoy them.

She was already getting full, but Nolan kept on peeling.

"If you've got free time, why not go help my husband with something actually productive?" Celine glanced toward Vance, who hadn't paused his work, then back at the overflowing fruit plate.

Nolan