...Martin Fernandez!?
Sarah Joseph's memory of last night suddenly returned, and she paused for a moment before quickly changing clothes and leaving the room.
Originally intending to find Martin, she stepped out and smelled the aroma of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Looking toward the kitchen, she saw Martin in her open-plan kitchen, with the hood on, frying dough sticks.
Martin had an impeccable physique, wearing a pink apron and skillfully using long chopsticks to fry the dough sticks. The scene was incredibly beautiful, and Sarah quietly appreciated it, accepting the setting of a good household man.
Sarah walked over, watching his broad shoulders and narrow waist from behind, resisting the urge to go up and pinch him, clearing her throat to signify she was there.
"You're awake, wash your hands and get ready for breakfast." Martin calmly looked back at her, smiling gently, and reminded her.
"Oh," Sarah obediently went to wash her hands and then sat at the dining table.
