Kate leaned against the sofa with a cup of hot tea in her hand. Listening to Bruce's low voice on the phone, her heart warmed.
"Don't overthink it. Go to bed early. I'll pick you up tomorrow to take you out for a walk.
"Don't worry. The Kent family won't hold on much longer."
She replied softly, "Alright," a faint smile tugging at her lips.
These days, Bruce came almost every day.
Sometimes he brought food, sometimes little novel gifts, and sometimes he came empty-handed just to sit and keep her company.
At moments like these, Kate would fall into a daze, thinking life could actually be quite nice like this.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
She opened the door and saw Barry standing outside holding a cake box.
The logo on the box belonged to the shop whose desserts she had once loved
