Adela stood still, watching Layson, who still looked half-asleep. She didn’t know how to respond, so she simply stayed quiet. Layson, seeing that she wasn’t going to acknowledge him, stepped further into the kitchen, his gaze falling on the eggs she had prepared.
“You made breakfast?”
“Mm.”
Adela rubbed her hands together and answered softly. Layson lifted his eyes to her, noticing the way she was acting a little strange. He wasn’t sure what she was being so shy about, but he had no idea that in his current, slightly disheveled, just-out-of-bed state, he was even more dangerously charming.
“The kids are still sleeping. You should freshen up first, then come have breakfast,” Adela said quickly, feeling her face heat up again. Without waiting for his response, she turned toward the kitch
