Caesar's POV
But she still didn't answer.I didn't expect her to.
Then she turned away to wash her hands before heading to the kitchen for plates and utensils.
I pulled out a chair, crossing my arms over my chest, and reminded her lazily, "There are some in the dishwasher."
Viya bent over, responding with a simple, "Okay."
Watching her move around my kitchen searching for things, a sudden thought struck me—I didn't want to let her go back.
Wherever she was, that place felt like home.
She retrieved two sets of dishes and was about to sit across from me when I pulled out the chair next to mine. My tone left no room for argument: "Sit here."
I watched her hesitate slightly.But didn't say a word, simply sitting down beside me and starting to eat.
For a moment, the s
