Three years later.
Inside a gleaming white villa perched right on the coast.
"Sebastian! You made that bland mushy mixture for me again!" Queenie clattered her spoon down onto the table and feigned annoyance.
Sebastian wore an apron tied neatly around his waist, holding a bowl of carefully simmered, nourishing creamed rice, a soft, loving smile playing on his lips.
"Now, now, be good. I added sweet pumpkin and tender steamed root today. It tastes lovely, I promise. Just one bite, please?"
Over the past three years, every effort has gone into nursing her fragile body back to strength. Those skilled hands that once wielded a scalpel had mastered the art of preparing every kind of gentle, healing meal imaginable.
He had kept his promise. Truly, he intended to prepare this soft, wholesom
