The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 538

Riley looked up and saw Franklin. He was carrying a couple of grocery bags loaded with ingredients. Her eyes instantly flicked to the space behind him.

Catching her glance, he quickly explained, "Mr. St. John still had a few loose ends to tie up. I'm just dropping the food off, and then I'm heading straight back to pick him up."

Riley hurried over and took the bags from him. "I've got it. Drive safe, and tell him not to rush. I haven't even started cooking yet."

Franklin nodded, looking at her with genuine sincerity. "Thank you for doing this."

The boss was in a genuinely terrible mood today. Getting blindsided by a spineless opportunist like Montgomery felt like swallowing broken glass. It was absolutely infuriating.

Barnaby and Victoria at least had the decency to be open about their ambitions. But Montgomery had always played the part of a weak, useless pushover who barely touched company business, pretending all he cared about was living a quiet, easy life.

No one could have guessed that he was actually the most dangerous one of them all, lurking in the shadows for years, waiting for the exact perfect moment to snatch the throne.

Riley being here to comfort the boss was definitely going to take the edge off his foul mood.

Riley offered a faint smile but said nothing.

Once Franklin left, she went into the kitchen and started prepping. Just as she finished cooking and walked out to the living room to grab her phone, she heard a noise at the door.

She looked up to see Sebastian walking in.

He was wearing a dark trench coat, with the gray scarf she had knitted wrapped securely around his neck. He still carried his commanding presence, but the relentless stress of the past few days had visibly thinned him out, making the sharp angles of his face even more pronounced.

She walked over and took his coat and scarf as he took them off. Her lips curled into a soft, teasing smile. "You wear this scarf so much, I'm surprised it isn't scratching your neck."

His dark eyes locked onto hers. He hadn't seen her in days, and the absolute longing was impossible to hide. "It doesn't scratch. You made it. It's warm."

Her fingers gave a tiny, involuntary tremble. She turned to hang the coat and scarf on the rack before glancing back at Sebastian and Franklin, who had followed him inside. "Go wash your hands. I'll get the food." She turned and headed back to the kitchen.