Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2972

By the time night had fully fallen, Gabriel was in the kitchen, cooking dinner for Sylvia.

He had changed into a crisp white shirt, the sleeves neatly rolled up to reveal his defined, muscular forearms. The hands that were once so used to wielding a gun now handled the kitchen knife with that same steady confidence and ease.

Sylvia, freshly showered, wore a long silk dress. Her hair was swept up at the back, exposing her long, elegant neck. With her makeup washed away, her features looked all the more pure and gentle, her lips curved in a constant, serene smile. She busied herself by helping Gabriel fetch ingredients or occasionally offering suggestions about the seasonings.

Their conversation and laughter turned the usually mundane task of cooking into something lighthearted and fun.

Sylvia thought to herself how wonderful it felt to live here. The house wasn’t large, but it was more than spacious enough for two. Without household staff, they could experience—for the first time—the true simplicity and ordinariness of living together like any other couple.

Ironically, it was precisely this ordinary, authentic life that sometimes felt almost unreal to her.

Would he really get used to this?

She would sometimes seize a quiet moment to wrap her arms around him and ask, in a playful, childlike way, “Are we really married?”

Gabriel would put his arm around her shoulders, a trace of tenderness in his eyes. “What do I have to do to make you truly believe it?”

Sylvia would press a kiss to the spot on his shoulder that she had accidentally scratched earlier, and whisper, “Tell me you love me. Say, ‘Gabriel Carnes loves Sylvia.’”

Gabriel would bend down, his lips close to her ear, and say solemnly, “Gabriel Carnes loves his wife, Sylvia. Loves her very much.”

With her forehead resting on his chest, Sylvia felt a sense of fulfillment and peace that was hard to put into words. Choked with emotion, she nodded. “I believe you now.”

“It’s alright. If you want to hear it, I’ll tell you every day,” Gabriel murmured, gently stroking her cheek with his long, affectionate fingers.

He might not fully understand romance, but he knew one thing: whatever she loved, he would do his best to give it to her.

If she liked flowers, he would buy them for her every day. If she liked to hear him say he loved her, he would say it every day.

Sylvia tightened her embrace around him, her face aglow with happiness. “Why… am I so lucky?”

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