"I'm full," I moaned after eating three servings of pasta in one go, slouching in the chair and looking all drained instead of powered up.
Stefano chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"First time eating real food this week?"
"Since forever, I think?" I replied dryly. "Thank you for this, Stefano." I paid it immediately with a sweet smile.
He mirrored my smile, turning to assist his son, who had been eating messily. Stefano gently wiped Theo’s mouth clean.
It had become a normal sight for me—seeing him so attentive with Theodore. And honestly? It was helping me heal more than I ever expected.
"Well, I know my sister can’t make you a good dish. That woman’s specialty is overboiled eggs and water," he teased, helping Theo clean his plate.
"She kept me company, and that was enough.
