Chapter 95

Truffle carbonara. Handmade pappardelle. Extra cracked black pepper. Exactly how I loved it.

I blinked at it like it had personally spoken to me. My chest ached.

He looked up from the screen, adjusting his glasses. “I thought you might be hungry.”

I stared at him. “How did you know?”

He blinked. “Lu...

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