Chapter 296 A Morning Almost Said

    Chapter 296 A Morning Almost Said

    What haunted Sloane the most was Ginnie’s im that “Lucas once proposed to her.”

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    Sloane had always been decisive by nature, and she hated this hesitant, uncertain version of herself.

    Her thoughts were pulled back by the faint smell of burning and the sound of lowered voices.

    “Molly, how do I tell if the food’s done cooking?”

    “Let me see… it’s ready. Just add a pinch of salt and stir it in.”

    “A pinch of salt? So how much is that supposed to be?”

    “Salt… wait, which one is the salt?”

    Lucas fumbled through the spice rack, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead.

    “My greens are burning…”

    He gave up looking for the salt and tried to save the now-charred vegetables, one hand holding the phone, the other struggling with the spat.

    Sloane couldn’t hold back a snort ofughter.

    Lucas spun around, startled, and dropped his phone on the counter with a loud tter. Molly’s voice continued shouting from the speaker, “President?”

    He instinctively shifted his body to block the scorched pan from view, the tips of his ears turning visibly red.

    “You’re awake?” he asked, trying to sound calm, though the panic in his voice betrayed him.

    Sloane walked barefoot toward him, peeking over his shoulder at the disaster in the pan. “Mr. Lucas, are you testing a new recipe?”

    Lucas cleared his throat. “First time cooking. Just… misjudged the heat.”

    Sloane chuckled and shook her head, taking the spat from his hand. She shut off the heat, dumped the burned greens, and reheated the pan with a little oil. Sunlight streamed in through the window, highlighting her profile, her longshes casting soft shadows beneath her eyes.

    “So you’re not perfect at everything after all.” She teased as she stirred. “And here I thought you were invincible.

    Lucas stood beside her, eyes filled with warmth. “I can learn.”

    His words made her hands pause for a split second. She lowered her gaze, focusing on the pan to mask her suddenly racing heartbeat. “The salt’s in the third jar on your left.”

    As Lucas handed it to her, his fingers brushed hers. Both froze for a moment.

    Sloane turned quickly to grab the chopped scallions but bumped right into him.

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    “Careful,” Lucas murmured, steadying her by the shoulders. His shirt cor was slightly open, revealing the faint line of his corbone.

    The scent of seafood soup filled the air, and sunlight cast their shadows onto the floor-intertwined.

    Sloane instinctively looked up-and locked eyes with him.

    Lucas’s breath hitched slightly, his hands tightening just a little on her shoulders.

    Sloane stood frozen, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, smell the cool cologne mingled with the warmth of the kitchen.

    “Sloane, I…” Lucas began.

    “The soup!” she blurted, sniffing the air. “It’s about to burn!”

    She spun around and rushed to turn off the stove, fumbling with the controls.

    Lucas’s hand lingered in midair, then slowly lowered as he watched her flustered back. A faint, helpless smile curved at the corner of his lips.

    Sloane’s ears were tinged with red. She cursed her overly sharp hearing at times like this.

    They ate breakfast in silence-his unevenly sliced fruit, her soup slightly too thick.

    Neither of them brought up the near embrace or the words that never quite made it out.

    “Everything with Conor wrapped up?” Lucas asked casually, passing her a te of food.

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