Author's POV
A month later.
"Good evening,"
Grey was sitting on the balcony of a building on the outskirts of the forest and mountains in a low-populated territory far from the crowds.
Grey let out a long deep sigh before he turned around and looked at the figure behind him. The figure of the woman named Elena, who was now holding a tray.
"I made the clam chowder soup for you," she said softly.
"I'm sure you'll love it."
Grey was stunned; the clam soup reminded him of his late mother. He had not eaten this for a very long time.
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It was already a month since Elena came back to life, and everything felt odd and uneasy because she treated Grey like a king and husband.
She served him with great respect and sweetness to the point of making Grey feel self-conscious.
The new Elen
