Chapter 152

The kitchen was almost silent, with only the soft sound of Sebastian prepping food at the counter. He wore a black dress shirt and tailored slacks, his tall frame and clean lines giving off a calm elegance. - Sharp and put together. From behind, he was the kind of man made for someone to lean on. Elaria used to yearn for scenes like this, but now all she felt was a tangle of emotions-mostly regret. Leaning lightly against the doorway, she quietly watched him chop vegetables-probably for a Western-style dinner: salad, pasta, Italian-style roasted pork. Even with one hand, Sebastian moved with practiced ease. He must've been cooking a lot for little Ryan lately... That peaceful look on his face was so different from the Sebastian she used to know. This version of him seemed to have left the fast lanes and flashing lights behind-totally giving stay-at-home dad energy. Elaria didn't want to interrupt, so she turned quietly to leave. But Sebastian had already noticed her. He looked up, voic