Chapter 72: Domestic Bonds
(Amelia's POV)
Alexander and I stood in the spacious living room, sunlight streaming through the large windows, illuminating the delicate crystal vases sitting on the black-marble table. Fresh roses still wrapped in packaging waited for us to arrange them, their faint floral scent mingling with the stronger cedar and mint aroma that always surrounded him.
"Let me handle the unpacking," Alexander said, his tone calm but direct. His green eyes locked onto me, leaving no room for debate. He approached the table, his movements deliberate and unhurried, yet there was an air of authority even in the simplest of tasks.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over one of the flower packages. "Are you sure? I can help..."
His lips quirked slightly, not quite a smile, but
