Luka Moretti enjoyed the fresh morning breeze in his penthouse, with sunlight shining through the tall windows and creating a warm glow on the marble floors. He sat at the breakfast table, holding a hot cup of espresso. Watching Thersia glide around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready for their daughter Isabella, he noticed the delightful smell of croissants and bacon wafting through the air, making the cozy atmosphere seem serene despite the brewing storm outside. When Thersia met his eyes and smiled, her expression conveyed a sense of understanding and affection that never failed to soothe his troubled thoughts. "You're really quiet this morning," she observed while placing a plate of pancakes in front of Isabella, who was already engrossed in coloring at the table.
Luka sipped his
