Chapter 77 HE'S GONE SOFT

“I am fine.” I say for the hundredth time today.

Dante is standing in front of the stove and he's hell bent on cooking for me. He doesn't want the chefs to do it. For some odd reason, he wants to do it himself.

“You should be in bed.” His reply comes easily.

I eye him, but my frustration slips as I...

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