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    Dani took a bite, savoring the sharp yet refreshing taste.


    Cedric remained silent, hesitation flickering in his eyes. He feared speaking would either disturb the moment or, worse, that Dani would bring up divorce again. So, he chose silence, settling into the seat across from her.


    Dani never felt the need for words during meals. Silence suited her just fine. As soon as she was done, Cedric cleaned up and left, not lingering a second longer than necessary.


    That evening, he returned again—this time with freshly prepared side dishes.


    Observing from the side, Carol couldn’t help butment, “These dishes are not just well-made—they’re exquisite. Dani doesn’t eat much, but she loves variety. Did you make these yourself, or did someone else do it?”


    As Carol spoke, Cedric caught the subtle flicker of Dani’s gaze in his direction. Cedric responded with sincerity, “I made them myself. I can cook just about anything.”


    Back when Dani had been pregnant, battling relentless morning sickness, it was Cedric who had taken care of her. No one knew her preferences better than he did.


    Dani, as always, ate in silence.


    As soon as she was done, Cedric tidied up and quietly made his exit.


    The moment Cedric was gone, Carol’s cheerful demeanor faded. “Dani, is he just a really good actor? I can’t see through him.”


    Dani said nothing. She simply took a slow sip of water, then turned back to her work.


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    The next day, Cedric showed up once more. This time, Dani didn’t touch the food. She leaned back, watching him with a slow, knowing smile. “What’s this, Cedric? Have you developed a habit of ying delivery boy?”


    That day, sunlight spilled into the room, golden and soft, wrapping everything in its gentle warmth.


    The handsome man flushed, a deep crimson creeping from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.


    “I listened to you,” Cedric murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Arms folded, Dani studied him—bathed in the sunlight, looking almost unreal. In that moment, she understood why she had been drawn to him in the past.


    Cedric was unexpectedly shy when she teased him.


    “What do you mean?” Dani arched a brow. She knew he meant her offhanded “tsk” at the auction but yed along.


    Cedric’s longshes trembled under the sunlight, his hesitation making him look almost fragile.


    “At the auction,” he finally admitted, embarrassmentcing his voice. Maybe he knew she was pretending not to remember, but that didn’t matter. “You didn’t want me to bid, right?”


    Dani tilted her head. “Did I?”


    As her words lingered in the air, the blush on Cedric’s ears deepened, trailing down his neck and disappearing beneath the cor of his crisp white shirt.


    “Yes.” His voice was soft but certain, carrying a quiet, unwavering rity.


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