Chapter 159 Taste of warmth

The familiar scent of home welcomed Stacy as she stepped into the Qin mansion. The rich, savory aroma of something delicious simmering on the stove filled her senses, making her stomach grumble softly. 

She dropped her bag onto the nearest chair, planning to head to her room first, but curiosity tugged at her. Mrs. Chen was usually the one in the kitchen, but something about the atmosphere felt different tonight.

Her feet carried her toward the kitchen, and as she turned the corner, she froze in place.

Standing before the stove, clad in a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and an apron tied around his waist, was Mr. Qin. 

The sharp, commanding man she had always known appeared oddly domestic, his usual cold and distant aura replaced by something softer, almost inviting.