"Morning."
Starting work early in the morning, truly diligent.
Therefore, not everyone can be a boss.
Elara Don retracted her gaze and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
From the sofa, Damon Hawke watched her slim figure, paused for a moment, and headed toward the kitchen.
At that moment, Elara had tied her scarf and was frying eggs.
In the morning, rays of sunlight refracted through the window onto her, as if she was bathed in a halo of light.
The woman slightly lowered her eyes, with her long hair tied back, and stray strands casually draped by her ears, adding a touch of allure.
Damon stared steadily, feeling a rare sense of peace.
He wanted this tranquility every day from now on.
Damon curled his lips into a smile, saw Elara tiptoe, open the overhead cupboard, attempting to retrieve some seasoning.
He quickly stepped forward and got it for her.
Elara was startled, and when she met his gentle gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
"Thank you."
