But she didn't expect that after Ethan moved out, he would still leave warm breakfast at her door.
The delivery man would also deliver lunch on time, sometimes made by Ethan himself, sometimes from a restaurant.
Whenever he had no evening classes, he'd wait downstairs at the studio ahead of time, holding freshly bought ingredients, smiling as he said, "Serena, shall we go home and cook together?"
It happened so often that even Claire couldn't help but tease, "Serena, thanks to you, I haven't had much takeout lately."
That evening in the kitchen, Serena was holding a peeler, focused on peeling potatoes.
"Ouch."
A sharp pain shot through her finger, and a bead of crimson blood instantly appeared.
Before she could pull her hand back, Ethan rushed over, grabbing her wrist with urgency i
