To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 353

Elara didn't answer.

He turned off the stove and turned to face her, gently tapping the tip of her nose. "Even if you did, you can't have me."

Elara tilted her head. "And why is that?"

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his fingertips resting over her heart. "Because… this isn't ready yet."

Elara gazed at his handsome face, so close to hers, and felt a storm of emotions. Could a man really be this good to the woman he loved? It felt unreal.

"But what about your… levels being too high?"

Zane burst into a hearty, genuine laugh. "That was just an excuse to get you into bed. It's been years; do you really think there's a problem? You're so gullible."

Elara said nothing, her head bowed as she carried the plates to the dining table. The omelet was so delicious she couldn't help but praise him.

"If you ever lose your job, you could open a diner. Just sell this."

Zane smiled. "Is that the highest compliment you can give me?"

Elara nodded.

"Then I'll sell omelets, and you can sell caramel flan?"

Elara paused.

Zane's smile faded slightly. "When I got back to the hotel yesterday, I found the caramel flan you made had gone bad."

She was a little surprised. "It was so old, why didn't you just throw it out?"

A look of pain crossed his face. "I couldn't bear to."

Those four words struck Elara like a physical blow. She remembered all the times she had cooked for Brian, only for him to toss the food without a second glance because of a last-minute business dinner. And yet, Zane…

Pushing down the surge of emotion, Elara said softly, "You're so childish."

Zane moved his plate next to hers and sat down beside her. "I didn't even get a taste. How about you make me another one?"

Elara didn't respond, focusing on her food.

He leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "Or… I could just have a taste of you instead."

Elara froze, realizing his double meaning, and her face instantly turned crimson. This meal was impossible to finish.

Elara replied nonchalantly, "Zane made it."

Summer froze for a second, then carefully picked up a grain of rice that had fallen beside the container and popped it in her mouth.

Hiding a smile, Elara started eating as well.

Before they could finish, a haughty voice shattered the peace of the lobby outside.

"She should be on her knees welcoming me, and you're making me wait? Do you have any idea who I am? A pathetic little startup daring to challenge Blackstar? Are you trying to go bankrupt?"

Hearing Fiona's voice, Summer shot to her feet.

Elara grabbed her arm. "She's here for me. You finish your food. I'll handle this."

Wiping her mouth, she stood and walked out of the office.

In the lobby, the contents of the reception desk were strewn across the floor. The young receptionist, who had only been on the job for three months, was too intimidated by Fiona's presence to speak up.

Ignoring Fiona completely, Elara glanced at the mess and spoke to the receptionist in a calm, even voice. "Get a cloth and a bottle of disinfectant. Wipe down everything she's touched."