"Hmm."
Mia Ginger glanced at him, being extremely obedient.
She went back to the bedroom, and after a little while, finished washing up and went to the dining room.
There was underfloor heating in the house. She wore a creamy white sweater paired with jeans, not feeling cold at all.
Koa Jackson wore even thinner clothes.
A gray crew-neck sweater, as simple in design as could be, paired with black pants. He stood with his back to her, facing the cooking counter, making his posture appear even taller and more straight, his focused profile as elegant as a painting.
Slices of toast were in a plate, and he was fully absorbed in frying bacon.
For the first time, Mia discovered that watching someone prepare breakfast was a kind of enjoyment, making her feel happy.
However—
She was a woman, Koa Jackson was a man.
Isn't preparing breakfast supposed to be a woman's task?
Mia silently blushed.
Feeling a bit embarrassed.
On second thought, she felt she couldn't be blamed.
