Annabelle set down her fork and knife on the plate, which was now completely clean. Breakfast that morning had felt incredibly comforting, restoring the energy that had been completely drained from her body. Across the table, Ken Wright watched Anna's every movement with an eagle-like gaze that did not waver for even a second.
Ken glanced at the Rolex on his wrist before rising to his feet. The tall man walked toward Anna's chair. Without any warning, he lowered his head and briefly kissed Anna's soft lips, the gesture short but full of meaning, before gently stroking her wavy brown hair.
"I have to leave for the office now," Ken said. His voice, usually cold, now sounded deep and strangely sweet to Anna's ears. "Spend your time here. Don't let yourself go hungry again."
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