The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Danielle woke up.
She got up and washed, and as she stepped out of the guest room, she caught an aroma wafting from the kitchen.
Following the scent, she found Alexander standing at the stove, wearing an apron and methodically frying eggs. He was in simple loungewear, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his well-defined forearms.
“You’re awake?” Hearing her footsteps, Alexander turned to look at her, a smile gracing his lips. “Come have breakfast after you’ve washed up. It’s all your favorites.”
On the dining table were perfectly fried eggs, warm milk, and the steamed dumplings she loved most.
Danielle sat down, picked up her fork, and popped a dumpling into her mouth. The familiar taste spread across her tongue, and her eyes reddened slightly.
“How is it?” Alexander watched her, his tone expectant.
“It’s alright,” Danielle said, feigning calmness, but she couldn’t resist taking another one.
Alexander watched the way she ate in small bites, the smile in his eyes deepening.
After breakfast, Alexander drove Danielle to Ninesky Technologies.
When the car stopped in front of the company building, Danielle unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out when Alexander spoke. “I’ll come pick you up tonight.”
Danielle paused and looked back at him. “You don’t have to. I can just get a ride back myself.”
“Be good,” Alexander said. “I have a business dinner tonight, and it’s on my way.”
Seeing the insistence in his eyes, Danielle finally nodded. “Okay.”
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