Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up well past noon.

The spot beside me was cold. Chris was already gone. Of course, big CEOs don’t have the luxury of sleeping in.

My stomach growled, so I headed downstairs in search of food.

To my surprise, Chris was sitting at the dining table, casually flipping through a magazine.

“Good morning, Mrs. Westfield. Did you sleep well?”

Today, he wasn’t in his usual suit. Instead, he wore a simple white shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing faint marks from last night.

My face flushed at the memory, but I wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand. “I slept great, Chris,” I replied with a hint of defiance.

His smile widened. “I’m glad to hear it. It’s reassuring to know you were satisfied with last night.”

Shameless! I couldn’t match his boldness.

I plopped down at the table with a huff. “I’m starving!”

Chris chuckled softly and went to the kitchen, bringing out a simple breakfast. “You’ve just woken up. I didn’t want to make anything too heavy.”

The meal was modest—breakfast biscuits, a couple of side dishes, and a bowl of oatmeal.

I didn’t care. I was so hungry, I immediately grabbed a biscuit and took a bite.

My eyes widened. It was delicious.

“This is amazing! Who made these?”

Chris said nothing, just smiled.

A sudden thought hit me. “Wait, did you make these?”

Chris nodded without a hint of hesitation. “As long as it pleases you, that’s all that matters.”

I wanted to say something witty, but I couldn’t deny how good the food was.

Seeing me eat with such enthusiasm made Chris look pleased. All that time spent learning to cook hadn’t gone to waste.

After breakfast, I headed upstairs to get dressed. The decision to marry Chris had been so sudden, I hadn’t had a chance to prepare. There were no women’s clothes at the Westfield Estate, so I had to make do with what I’d brought from my parents’ house.

Chris noticed. He stepped out to make a phone call while I finished getting ready.

By the time I came downstairs, he was waiting for me by the door.

“Let’s go, Chris,” I said, linking my arm through his.

He chuckled softly and clasped my hand as we walked out the door.