The next morning,
Jasmine yawned as she walked into the kitchen, still not aware of the uproar her wedding with Ethan had caused all over New York.
The kitchen was huge and clean, looking as if it hadn’t been in use for ages. She hadn’t eaten much yesterday, and she quickly wanted to make some breakfast for herself.
A short time later, the strong smell of coffee filled the kitchen. Jasmine planned to make some omelette with the ingredients she found in the kitchen.
Her back was facing the door, so she didn’t notice Ethan was standing behind her, his eyes burning into her pale white skin as if trying to etch her in his memories.
“At least he knew the basic rule of having ingredients at home.” She murmured to herself as she whisked the eggs.
“I’m so hungry that I might turn into a hu
