Chapter Eighteen: Stirring Hearts
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the sprawling expanse of Nathaniel’s penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the space in golden afternoon light, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. Rachel stepped in, arms full of grocery bags, and let out a low whistle.
“I still can’t believe you live in a place like this,” she said, setting the bags down on the sleek marble counter. “It’s like walking into a luxury magazine.”
Nathaniel smirked, removing his blazer. “And now this luxury magazine is about to smell like garlic and onions.”
Rachel laughed. “Exactly the vibe we’re going for.”
They stood side by side in the open kitchen, unpacking ingredients. Carrots, bell peppers, beef cubes, garlic, onions, and a few instant rame
