The Unveiled Rose novel Chapter 12

In the stillness of the night, whispers carried an indescribable atmosphere, as if the darkness itself had its own secrets.

Leander chuckled softly, his voice laced with mischief, "Remember yet?"

He was clearly trying to tease me.

But I refused to give in, "Oh dear, it seems I haven't quite gotten there yet."

Leander's gaze captured my reflection.

My hair, loose and flowing like a waterfall, sprawled across the pristine white sheets.

My cheeks, flushed from kisses, were radiantly captivating.

Leander worked my throat as he spoke, "Then let me help jog your memory..."

...

The mental exhaustion and the physical toll of staying up all night weighed heavily on me.

But Nigel had just been admitted to the hospital with a stomach bug and was obviously in need of careful attention.

I forced myself to get up early to prepare breakfast.

Nigel could only have oatmeal for now, to help soothe his stomach. I made sure to cook it in a slow cooker, to get it extra soft.

I started with a high flame to bring the water to a boil, then turned it down to simmer gently.

Glancing at the clock, I noted it was still early, just past five.

Deciding to make the most of the morning, I headed to the local farmers' market to pick up some fresh vegetables and meat.

Once home, I cleaned and prepped everything, timing it perfectly for when Nigel would wake up.

I made two dishes for breakfast: sautéed green beans and a hearty beef stew.

Just as I was about to call them to eat, I heard the rapid patter of feet.

Nigel burst into the room, puffing up his cheeks in discontent. "I told you I didn’t want to come back home. I just want to stay at grandma's..."