Chapter 92

　　Carina's POV -

　　I was scrambling eggs when Maxwell appeared. Maxwell had shaved, emphasizing his jaw's sculpted appearance. He appeared so strikingly handsome, exuding health and vitality in every way. I came to a halt, my fork suspended in mid-air, raw egg spilling from its tines. The muscular shoulders and firm build demonstrated strength.

　　"Good morning," I said happily while continuing to beat the eggs. "I hope you got a good night's sleep."

　　"Morning," Damian said, a little gruffly. "I did get a good night sleep and now I'm getting a good morning surprise."

　　"This is almost 11AM. Why are just waking up?"

　　"Last night was crazy."

　　"Obviously, cause you still got a hangover." I said. "Gabriella still made it to her book club."

　　"She never misses."

　　I spooned the cooked eggs onto one plate, piled the toasted bread on another, and carried it to the table.

　　"So, how did you do it?" He asked.

　　"How did I do what?"

　　"Get in here?"