Once all the dishes were cooked, the two of them started fighting over the food again.
Melody Monroe watched them, feeling completely helpless.
After dinner, the father and son did the dishes as usual, while Melody Monroe went to tidy up the house.
'If only life could go on like this.'
'How wonderful it would be to live like this forever.'
...
「Wednesday afternoon, 3 PM. Banke Cafe.」
Rose Shaw was already seated at a table by the window. She had arrived fifteen minutes early.
She had ordered an iced Americano and was waiting for Keith Coleman.
The cafe was nearly empty at this hour. Delicate piano music filled the air, and sitting there felt as if time itself had slowed down.
Rose Shaw wore a white suit vest with matching white, wide-leg trousers—a very chic outfit.
Her short hair gave her a sharp, competent look.
Her features were exquisite—the delicate, lovely kind. Yet, she projected a powerful aura that completely overshadowed that fragility.
