Chapter 315
Lucky Savannah. Truly. She has him wrapped so tightly around her finger he can’t even breathe without her say–so. And I
can’t decide whether that makes me angry or relieved.
I pushed off the doorway. “What’s the recipe supposed to be?” I asked, stepping farther inside.
He hesitated. “I… don’t know. I’m…experimenting. I want to give her the best p>
I glanced at the bowl and immediately saw the issue. “Roman, that’s enough sugar to kill a horse.” I said dryly, moving
closer. “Are you planning to give her diabetes for her birthday p>
He actually laughed. Not the sarcastic, irritated exhale I was used to. A real laugh. A warm, unexpected laughter.
“My girl likes sweet things.” He said, defensively, though his mouth twitched with pride.
I couldn’t help it–I smiled. The reaction was automatic. Uncontrolled. And for the first time in… what? Years? He didn’t
look disgusted by my existence.
“Need help?” I asked, expecting the usual reaction. I expected him to grunt. To glare. To tell me to leave. But he didn’t.
Instead, he nodded. “I’d really appreciate that p>
I blinked. That was … new. Roman wasn’t fighting me. He wasn’t asking me to leave. He wasn’t offended by my existence.
Truly, Savannah has changed him.
I pushed up the sleeves of my shirt and went to wash my hands. I washed it five times to be sure they were truly clean.
Roman’s gaze flicked toward the sink, then away, confusion settling.
“I was with Penny earlier. ” I said, answering the unspoken question he’d never voice.
He nodded once. Then awkwardly cleared his throat. “Oh.” He turned to me again. “Thank you for doing that. I know it’s not going to be easy p>
I smiled. “No problem at all. Nothing I can’t handle p>
I took over, rolling my shoulders and assessing the ingredients. Ho assisted–if you could call wide–eyed staring assisting- watching every movement like a kid watching a magician. That alone almost made me laugh.
“You sift flour like this,” I said, demonstrating, “not like you’re trying to bury a body beneath it p>
He huffed, half–annoyed, half–amused.
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“And less sugar. Please. Savannah doesn’t need to enter a coma p>
He shook his head. “Sav’s got a sweet tooth. You don’t even know. She-” He laughed again. The memory clearly fond.
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I froze–not externally–but something inside me did. Roman was laughing with me. Laughing at something I said. Not out
of obligation. Not out of bitterness. Just… laughing.
“You’re laughing,” I pointed out, almost startled.
“What?” He blinked. “Don’t I laugh p>
“Not at anything I say.” The words slipped out carefully. “I can’t remember the last time you looked at me without hate.
Not after Dahlia died p>
The air changed instantly. The laughter vanished like it had never existed.
His jaw tightened. “Stop.” He looked away. “I’ve moved past Dahlia. I don’t want to talk about her. Not when I’m about to
have a child with the woman who means everything to me p>
I should’ve left it there. I should have enjoyed the feeling of having a brother again. But I didn’t. And honestly? I get upset
when I think about Dahlia and how a perfect flower was crushed, only because she dared to bloom in Blackwood Manor.
“Did you really love her?” I asked softly. “Did you feel this way about her p>
His eyes closed for a moment. Then he opened them, fists folded. “I loved her with everything I had.” The answer came
without hesitation. “I loved Dahlia more than she ever knew p>
And maybe he did love her. But love isn’t something that matters if the other person can’t feel it. And I had a feeling that my brother knew that.
“And yet, ” I murmured, “you failed to show her. You failed to make her feel seen. You slept beside her every night, and she still felt alone. She slept next to you, Roman,” I poked my finger in his chest, “a husband who couldn’t tell when his wife was happy or sad p>
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.