Chapter 233 233. Isla - Death

I finish making breakfast just as Andrey steps inside the kitchen. 

“Smells good in here,” he groans in appreciation. 

A soft smile spreads on my lips. “Must be the cherry pies I made,” I say. 

Noticing the several dishes I made for breakfast, he asks, “Are we celebrating something?” 

I walk up to h...

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