Chapter 13

Eloise gazed at the towering stack of supplements on the table, a quiet sigh escaping her. "There's… way too much. I'll never finish all this." She'd barely finished speaking when Gabriel West stepped out of the kitchen, a steaming pot of soup in his hands. The table was practically overflowing with dishes, and Eloise couldn't help but swallow hard. Her mouth was watering at the sight. Gabriel, standing across from her, caught her words and flashed a crooked smile. "Just eat what you can. I'll take care of the rest." His tone was light, almost casual, but something about it felt off—like a note out of tune. Why was Gabriel so okay with eating her leftovers? For days, he'd been showing up at her place without fail. He cooked every meal—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—without missing a beat. The day after he found out she'd miscarried, he came by clutching a thick book. He wouldn't let her touch cold water, wash her hair, or stay up late scrolling on her phone. She knew he meant