Chapter 96 Wild Day Dream
- Adam sat behind his desk, the pen spinning idly between his fingers.
- His eyes drifted to the small glass door that led to his private kitchen.
- He could almost see—Serena. Standing barefoot on the floor in here uniform, hair tied in a loose knot, humming off-key as she stirred something on the stove. She’d always forget the salt, then cuss under her breath like a frustrated child.