With a flicker in her eyes, she found an unopened pack of noodles on the cabinet nearby.
Well, she'd just make do with noodles.
Not too long after, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. Carefully arranging the two eggs on top of the noodles with chopsticks, Charlotte Thompson carried the bowl out, satisfied with her work.
Lifting her gaze, she started to speak: "You're out of vegetables. I made you some noodle soup, you…"
Her words stopped abruptly, a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes as she instinctively stepped lighter.
The man on the chair was leaning slightly back. His warm, tranquil eyes even more relaxed, his breathing regular, an air of leisure added to his profile.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a beautiful shadow across his eyes. The light seeping in from the window landed on his picturesque brow and eyes.
Charlotte sighed gently and placed the bowl of noodles on the table before settling herself on the sofa.