Her eyes glistened with a misty haze, uncertain whether it stemmed from a sense of being taken


    advantage of or if she was lost in the kiss. Her consciousness gradually drifted away.


    Did such love truly exist?


    Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    The next morning.


    Be jolted awake to find Justin nowhere to be seen.


    Be’s heart skipped a beat as she reached out to feel the spot next to her.


    The absence of his warmth on the bed suggested that he had been gone for some time.


    Leaning against the headboard, she felt a hollow ache in her heart, unable to shake off the sense of


    disappointment.


    After panting and moaning due to the man’s actions the previous night, Be found her throat parched.


    At this point, she did not have the time or energy to care about where the man had gone. Instead, she


    got up and went downstairs to get water.


    As she walked down the stairs, she heard sizzling noises from the kitchen,


    ‘Hmm? It smells good and a little burnt…’ Be’s nerves tensed as she hurried into the kitchen.


    What she saw before her was extraordinarily striking!


    There stood Justin, his sturdy and robust figure facing her, wearing an apron that looked out of ce


    on him. It was almostical enough to make herugh.


    Yet, it only entuated his well-proportioned physique, with broad shoulders tapering down to a


    narrow waist. His shirt sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms. As he


    handled the frying pan, his arms flexed slightly. The muscles tightened, looking powerful, defined, and


    incredibly manly.


    Be’s watery eyes narrowed as she silently approached him from behind.


    Since Be was barefooted, her steps made no sound, allowing her to approach him from behind


    unnoticed.


    Pssst–


    The frying pan emitted a puff of hot air as Justin raised his hand to wipe away the bead of sweat


    trickling down his cheek, sighing in frustration. “Ugh, it’s burned again.”


    It was then that Be noticed the mountain of fried eggs piled up next to the trash can.


    “Haha! You fool! With that zing heat and boiling oil, you could probably run a chicken farm into the


    ground.”


    Justin’s heart raced as he turned to face Be, who met his gaze with her narrowed, cat-like eyes.


    “Did I wake you up?” Justin asked nervously.


    “No, my body clock did. I don’t usually sleep in.”


    Be gestured toward the trash can and mocked, “Fortunately, Steve isn’t here to witness this. He


    despises people who waste food more than anything. He may even make you eat all of it.”


    “Well, when I was serving in the army, we were not allowed to waste food. It’s not a big deal to pick it


    up and eat it,” Justin replied nonchntly.


    He had experienced simr situations in the past.