(Olivia's POV)
I leaned against the doorframe, unable to suppress my smile. "I'm enjoying the view."
He turned then, his ice-blue eyes warming as they took in my disheveled appearance. His gaze lingered on my bare legs before returning to my face.
"Hungry?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.
"Starving," I admitted, moving closer to inspect what he was cooking.
My eyes widened as I realized he had prepared all my favorite dishes: blanched vegetables with herb seasoning, pepper-crusted ribs, spicy garlic shrimp, and winter melon bone broth soup.
"How did you know these are my favorites?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
Connor's lips curved into a small smile. "I pay attention, Liv."
Something about the simple statement made my heart flutter. How many people in my life had truly pai
