Zoey
Rayden's actions were comforting, and I appreciated his consideration. I felt a mix of emotions as I reflected on the events of the previous day. If only I had listened to him and stayed in the condo, things might have turned out differently.
"I think I'll go to bed now. Sorry for suddenly feeling unwell, Rayden," I told him.
"Don't worry about it. You need to rest. We can go for a walk tomorrow to help you relax," he reassured me.
After making sure I was settled in my room, Rayden left me to rest. Exhausted from the day's events, I quickly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early to prepare breakfast for Rayden. However, when I entered the kitchen, I found him already cooking—slicing ginger and boiling rice.
"Good morning," he said, greeting me with a smile.
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