Chapter 62 A Goodnight Kiss

Listening to Sam's question, Madison counted on her fingers as she answered, "I binge-watched shows for two hours this afternoon, then took a nap, and went to the kitchen to help prep dinner. "Sam, I made one of the dishes tonight. Later, see if you can guess which one." Her playful voice filled the air, and Sam's fond laugh softened the air of the grand villa until it finally felt like home. After a quick tidy-up, Sam followed Madison into the dining room and took a seat. "Sam, your stomach's sensitive. I asked the head chef to make a soothing soup. Have a bowl before dinner. It's good for your stomach." Madison ladled a bowl of soup and set it within his reach. Every look she gave him was full of concern. Sam paid no attention to the bowl of soup at his elbow. His eyes were on the small cut on Madison's fingertip. Small as it was, it still stood out against her fair skin. He knit his brows, took her wrist, and asked in a voice laced with concern, "How did this happen?" He reme