A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 258

It made her uneasy.

She liked the lights bright, every corner lit up so nothing hid in the shadows.

But this wasn’t her home anyway. She picked up her pace, hurrying down the stairs.

"Little Elissa.”

She was just stepping off the last stair when Frank’s gentle voice drifted from the living room.

Yet, something in the way he said it was different. There was an undercurrent she couldn’t quite place.

She looked over and saw him sitting quietly on the sofa, his amber eyes clouded and distant, loneliness etched in every line of his face. But when their gazes met, his eyes suddenly softened, growing clear and bright.

Frank stood, crossing the room with those long strides. Maybe it was the sleepless night, but his voice sounded rough. “You must be hungry. Come eat something first.”

As he spoke, he glanced at her hand, which was absentmindedly pressing against her stomach.

Elissa was, in fact, uncomfortably hungry, but she didn’t want to linger here. “That’s alright. I’m fine.”

“After you eat, I’ll have someone take you home,” Frank said firmly, blocking her path. The message was clear. The bodyguards still stationed outside weren’t going anywhere until he said so.

Elissa took a deep breath and turned toward the dining room.

Edna, who’d been fretting in the kitchen, worried the two might start arguing again, instantly brightened at the sight of them together. She bustled in, beaming, carrying a steaming dish. “Everything tonight was made by the young master himself, just for you. Go on, try it while it’s hot.”

Edna worked quickly, soon filling the table with five dishes and a pot of soup, then setting out plates and silverware.

Elissa had never known Frank could cook. But it didn’t really matter. In three years of marriage, they’d hardly shared a meal together.

Frank pulled out the chair she always used. “Give it a try. If you don’t like my cooking, Edna made some soup for you, too.”

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