Elena's POV
This morning was strange. Grey asked me to have breakfast with him. And he treated me very gently and kindly and helped me pull up the dining chair like a gentleman to a woman he loves. And he also prepared the food for me. He said he cooked it, especially for me.
He didn't even seem to be bothered by my face and appearance that had now returned to being hideous. Another strange thing was, I didn't see a single servant in this house. Where were they all?
"How was your rest? Did you sleep well?" asked Grey to open the conversation. The man smiled at me. His hair, which was as dark as the night sky, was neatly combed back. His eyes shone bright and warm when I looked into them.
Grey was wearing what seemed to be casual clothes. He wore a shirt of black cotton with short slee
