“Madam, would you like more congee?” Josefina’s voice startled her, almost causing her to knock over her bowl.
“N...no, thank you!”
Sheila flusteredly grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Killian had stopped exercising at some point, his hand resting on the equipment as he watched her through the glass.
Sheila felt like she’d been caught red-handed, hastily lowering her head, afraid he’d realize she’d been ogling him.
But with such a great view, it’d be a waste not to look. Sheila continued to eat her breakfast slowly, occasionally pretending to casually glance at Killian.
She really wanted to take a picture and show it to Sunny, but remembering that the object of her gaze was currently her legal husband, she abandoned such a perverted idea.
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