Chapter 47

• RYAN'S POV~
• My gaze immediately snapped to the door as the sound of bare feet padding away resonated through the room. I caught the shadow of Isabella gliding away, and a small, involuntary smile curved my lips.
• Quickly, I shook my head and shifted my focus back to the stove, tasting the dish and ensuring it was perfect for my beloved wife. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine cooking for a woman, let alone with such tenderness and love that she’d savor every bite.