Seraphina
When Kael brought me to his new place, I was stunned.
The moment I saw the house, I admitted to myself-I was amazed. It was so beautiful that it seemed like something out of a TV show or the home of a billionaire.
Oh, right. Kael’s father is a renowned entrepreneur, so it wasn’t surprising his house looked like this.
The gloomy mood from earlier, caused by the memory gaps from last night, had completely disappeared. I felt like a child discovering something new for the first time, my gaze darting around the house uncontrollably.
The house must have been about 500 square meters, and the walls were adorned with expensive oil paintings. Every piece of furniture looked custom-designed, exuding a minimalist yet elegant charm-not the kind of mass-market styles you’d usually see.
God, our home was just over a hundred square meters, but Kael’s house was… this massive.
Kael headed toward the kitchen, and after hesitating for a moment, I followed.
“Do you even keep food in the kitchen when you don’t live here?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“I do. I had the staff prepare some things a couple of days ago,” Kael said, smiling at me as he opened the refrigerator.
It was a double-door fridge, much larger than the ones in ordinary homes. Inside, it was packed with food-even seafood.
“The seafood arrived this morning by air. It’s very fresh,” Kael explained.
I was a little surprised. “So, you planned this in advance, knowing you’d bring me here today?”
For some reason, I felt a twinge of guilt. Was it because Kael had found out I’d had dinner with Magnus last night, putting him in a bad mood? Did that make him prepare all this so anxiously?
Kael started placing tonight’s dinner ingredients on the counter and said to me, “I was just wondering why you’d have dinner with Magnus but not me. Was it because I wasn’t good enough? So now, I want to do my best to make you happy.”
Hearing his words, I noticed the slight vulnerability in his expression.
For some reason, my heart trembled.
Kael was so attentive, so meticulous. I realized just how important I was to him.
All these years of living unnoticed, being teased as a bookworm, and now Kael held me in such high regard.
It was becoming clearer and clearer-Kael liked me. He really, really liked me.
Love, after all, is illogical.
When someone likes another, there doesn’t need to be a reason. Just like how Kael liked me.
I never understood why Kael liked me, but the way he showed it was so obvious that I couldn’t ignore it.
Watching Kael cook, I saw him take out steaks and place them on the pan. He was also making mac and cheese.
The kitchen was huge, with four stovetops-each one functional and convenient.
Seeing how busy he was, I couldn’t help but step forward to offer assistance, but Kael stopped me, shaking his head.
“No need, Seraphina. I can handle this myself,” he said firmly, halting my attempt to help.
“You’re my guest of honor. You can watch TV or do whatever you like. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Okay. I just didn’t want you to overexert yourself.”
“Don’t worry, Seraphina. I’m in great shape. You’ll see tonight,” Kael said, winking at me.
His dark brown eyes flickered with a golden glint, and in that instant, I understood his intentions.
“You’re already thinking about nonsense before we’ve even had dinner?” I scolded him, then quickly walked to the living room to watch TV.
Kael’s TV was enormous, of course. I turned it on and randomly picked a dating reality show.
The show was popular, featuring male and female contestants choosing each other and interacting romantically.
The most popular contestant was a fitness coach with a chiseled physique and perfect looks. His deep eyes always carried a touch of tenderness, and he was a huge hit online.
“Dinner’s ready, Seraphina,” Kael called from the dining room.
He walked over, glancing at the TV. Frowning slightly, he said, “Really, Seraphina? I didn’t think you’d enjoy shows like this. Do you like that muscle guy? You should just look at me instead.”
Then he flexed his biceps.
The muscles there looked like they could crush me.
Kael’s physique was always this impressive-strong and full of vitality.
“Look at this. I built these through real training, not with protein shakes like that guy at the gym.”
“Why are you taking this so seriously?” I sighed, tossing a pillow in his direction.
But the aroma of food quickly pulled me toward the dining room.
When I saw the table laden with dishes, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
I looked at Kael in amazement. “Kael, did you really make all this? Seriously?”
“Of course. What do you think?” Kael smiled. “If you’re not satisfied, I can have a restaurant send something over.”
“No, I’m just surprised you can cook so many dishes.”
The seafood alone was extravagant-Boston lobster, Alaskan king crab, and Norwegian salmon.
The steak was dry-aged ribeye, served with black truffle sauce.
There was also French-style potato gratin, fried chicken with cheese fries, and my favorite mac and cheese.
I’d never seen such a luxurious spread. Overwhelmed, I instinctively took out my phone to snap a photo.
Kael gently took my hand and guided me to sit at the table. Seeing my excitement, he reassured me, “Whenever you’re with me, you can have this whenever you want.”
Hearing that, I paused. The smile on my face faded.
“Does your father know I’m here with you?” I asked.
Kael shook his head. “No, he doesn’t.”
“You see? You’re still hiding me from your father. That means there’s still a lot of resistance between us,” I said, my smile growing weaker.
It wasn’t something I wanted to think about, but now that it had been brought up, I couldn’t ignore it.
Kael wasn’t ready for everything, so how could he expect me to be?
He knew the obstacles between us, yet he still wanted this. How could we possibly make it work?