Chapter 9 - The Owner's Betrothed
Aurora POV
I stared at his retreating back until it disappeared outside the front door. I released a stuttered breath, standing frozen with questions bombarding my head. Why did he leave so abruptly? What did it mean? Was there any issue with the food?
It couldn't be… He literally said it smelled good. To give that compliment meant it was okay, and he looked eager to take a spoon before he left.
I stood up, slowly using my index finger to lift the side of my nose, trying to shake off the rejection pulling in my chest as I started to clear the table.
Maybe there was an emergency — he was the lead, and he looked irritated when he left. I stared at the dish… should I put the food away in the fridge, or should I just throw it out?
No, don't waste food, A
