Elijah’s POV
After we finished dinner, I offered to clean the dishes, but Abigail refused with a soft smile, shaking her head.
“No, you don’t need to do that. You’ve had a long day. Go freshen up. I’ll take care of this,” she insisted.
I didn’t argue. She was right. The day had been draining, and I was exhausted.
“Alright,” I said, giving her a grateful smile before heading to the bathroom.
As I washed up, my thoughts kept drifting back to everything that had happened today the press conference, the weight of my father’s disapproval, and the way Abigail had finally opened up to me.
Despite everything that was going wrong in my life, there was one thing that felt right: us.
I splashed some cold water on my face, trying to shake off the lingering stress, and ran a hand through my ha
