The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 128

Chapter 94: The True Beginning. 1

Ethan

I open the fridge again, this time with more intention. I look at it as if it were a small map that I have to decipher.

“Well… let’s see what you have here, Clara,” I murmur to myself.

I take out the eggs first, then the bread. There is also an avocado, some cheese and a small container with cut fruit. Blueberries, I think.

Not bad at all.

I take a pan from the cabinet-it takes me a second to find it-and put it on the stove. The sound of the gas igniting breaks the silence of the apartment.

While I’m waiting for the pan to heat up, I start slicing the bread.

There is something curious in all this, in moving through her kitchen. Opening drawers that I don’t know.

Look for cutlery, plates. Try to guess where you keep things.

Before it wasn’t like that, before I knew every corner of the kitchen where we lived.

I knew exactly in which drawer the good knife was, where the dishes she liked the most were, which cup she always used for coffee.

Now I’m exploring her life as if I were a visitor.

I crack the eggs into the pan, the soft sound of the egg touching the hot metal fills the space, followed by the light sizzle of the oil.

I prepare two pieces of toast, mash the avocado in a small bowl that I found on one of the shelves.

Not a spectacular breakfast. But it is… edible. Or at least it feels a little like that.

I’m not an expert, but when I was on an exchange at university I learned the basics. r

As I arrange the dishes on the counter, I hear the water in the shower stop.

Seconds later the bathroom opens, I look up.

Clara comes out with wet hair, wrapped in her light bathrobe, adjusting the belt around her waist as she walks towards the kitchen.

A drop of water falls from one end of her dark hair and slides down her neck.

And something inside me moves, because that image… That image is all too familiar.

For years that was our routine, Clara coming out of the shower with wet hair.

Walking barefoot around the house, looking for coffee half asleep.

Me leating in the kitchen preparing something while she came to steal a piece before it was ready.

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