Chapter 224

• Nathan's pov
• I had never been the type to stand in the kitchen, not even when I was a child. Growing up in the Shaw household, meals were served to us with such precision and elegance that I never bothered to understand what went into them. But that morning, I found myself leaning against the counter, watching Butler Thomas arrange ingredients on the marble surface with his usual calm and steady hands.
• “Are you sure about this, sir?” he asked, glancing at me with a trace of amusement in his eyes.