Viya's POV
When I stepped out of the Becker residence, Alpha Shaw still insisted on offering me a ride home.
I refused without hesitation.
By the time I made it back to my building, Lucius was already standing outside my door, holding an insulated food container.
"Martha heard I'm living downstairs now. She made some of your favorite dishes and asked me to bring them up."
During those three years of marriage, Martha had been the one who'd taken care of me the most on a day-to-day basis.
I glanced at the size of the container—definitely more than Sophia and I could finish on our own. Out of politeness, I asked, "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to join us?"
"May I?"
A flicker of light crossed Lucius's amber eyes, but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he asked ca
