Chapter 92 Peace Before The Storm

• A few days later.
• The gentle morning light streamed into the room, causing Ansel's eyes to flutter open. Ansel swept his gaze through the empty space, longing to see Erica next to him. However, Erica's absence was evident in the room. Eagerly anticipating a glimpse of Erica, he noticed a neatly folded pair of athletic shorts on the table—a subtle reminder of Erica's thoughtfulness.
• Leaving the room, Ansel's footsteps led him to the heart of the house—the kitchen. And there was Erica, a graceful and warm image, immersed in the gentle rhythm of culinary art. In that moment, a surge of love surged within him, urging him to narrow the distance between them.