Chapter 142

Callista finished making the noodles, ladled on her special meat sauce, and dusted it with a bit of homemade chili powder.

She carried the steaming bowl out of the kitchen and placed it on the dining table. The villa was so quiet it felt almost deserted.

As she stepped out of the dining room, her eyes landed on the back of Alaric's head—impeccably composed, as always.

"Mr. Blackwood, I made some k