When Catherine woke up the next morning, the aroma of food filled the tip of her nose. Half-awake, she felt as if she had returned to the days when she lived with Renata—waking up every morning to the delicious breakfast Renata carefully prepared, giving her warmth and strength for the entire day.
But breakfast being ready only happened when Renata was home. And right now, Renata was in the hospital.
As her consciousness gradually cleared, she sensed something was wrong. She immediately threw off the blanket and rushed out—only to see Bert sitting in the small living room, head lowered as he scrolled through his phone. His sharply defined side profile looked even more handsome and deep under the morning light.
But Catherine had no time to appreciate any of that. In a panic, she rushed over, stopping in front of him and exclaiming in shock:
"You—you—you—!"
"What are you doing in my house?!"
