The thought weighed on her.
Aurora lowered hershes, her expression softening into something faintly mncholic.
But regardless of what she believed, or didn’t believe, about being Lucas‘ so–called true love, she’d been treating him with nothing but caretely.
She had even started making soup for him herself.
At first, Lucas hadn’t noticed.
He just thought she was being more affectionate because of her feelings for him.
But gradually, he started to sense something was off.
That evening, when he returned home, the scent of slow–simmered broth drifted through the air–and there she was, standing in the kitchen, apron tied neatly around her waist, focused on the pot in front of her.
Lucas strode over quickly, his voice tinged with concern. “Why are you doing all this?”
Aurora didn’t even look up. “I’m making you a nourishing soup. You’ve been running around so much. You need something good for your body.”
“For my body?” he repeated, puzzled. “You think I need to be nourished all of a sudden? Why?”
“No reason,<b>” </b>she replied lightly. “Just figured it’d be good for you to get some extra nutrients.”
Her hands moved steadily as she spoke, stirring with practiced ease.
But Lucas narrowed his eyes, watching her carefully,
“You’ve been awfully good to metely. Too good,” he said after a pause, his tone probing. “Is something going on?”
Aurora froze, thedle suspended in midair.
Then she let out a softugh and nced at him over her shoulder.
“Why do you sound so suspicious? We’re married, remember? Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to take care of you?”
She raised a brow. “What, you don’t want me to treat you well?”
Of course he wanted that. But still, this version of Aurora felt different.
It was not unpleasant, just unfamiliar.
Yes<b>, </b>she’d always been kind in her own way<b>, </b>but she’d never done things like cooking meals<b>, </b>making soup, quietly anticipating his <b>needs</b>.
This <b>was </b>new<b>. </b>
<b>It </b>warmed him<b>, </b><b>but </b><b>it </b>also made him feel like something was being left unsaid.
And Lucas could feel it–there <b>was </b>more going on beneath the <b>surface</b><b>. </b>
Lucas reached over and turned off the <b>gas </b>without hesitation.
Then he gently turned Aurora around <b>to </b><b>face </b>him, his <b>expression serious</b>.
<b>“</b><b>You </b>don’t have to do all this for me<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>You can leave stuff like this to the housekeeper<b>. </b>There’s no reason for you to be doing it yourself,<b>” </b>
<b>But </b>Aurora was firm<b>. </b><b>“</b>Didn’t you cook for me before? So, what if I want to do the same <b>for </b>you, just once<b>? </b>
She nced down at the pot, then back <b>at </b>him. “Besides<b>… </b>I wanted to <b>try </b>something different. I wanted to take care <b>of </b><b>you </b>and make sure <b>you’re </b><b>well</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Lucas frowned slightly<b>. </b>“I don’t need you to <b>do </b><b>these </b>things. Just being <b>with </b>me, by my side–that’s enough<b>.</b>”
Aurora blinked<b>, </b>caught off guard.
She looked up at him<b>, </b>that too–handsome face unusually serious, and for a moment, <b>she </b>didn’t know what to <b>say</b>.
Knowing how headstrong she could <b>be</b>, Lucas softened his tone and added, <b>“</b><b>I </b>know you mean well, but <b>you </b>really <b>don’t </b>need <b>to </b>go through all this. What matters to me <b>is </b><b>your </b>health–you<b>, </b>not the soup, not <b>any </b>of this.”
He took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her <b>fingers</b>. When he saw the tiny blister forming on her fingertip<b>, </b>his gaze darkened <b>with </b>concern.
“See? <b>You’ve </b>hurt yourself. <b>And </b>the one who feels it the most is <b>me</b><b>,</b>”
He raised her hand and gently pressed a kiss to her <b>fingertip</b>, where the burn was.
Aurora’s breath caught.
Her heart stirred at the sight–at the tenderness in his touch, the softness in his eyes.
For a second, the world quieted, and all she could feel was the warmth in her chest slowly spreading outward.
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