Paulina shook her head, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. She had to regain her composure. She couldn't be acting like a naive and innocent school girl, gawking at her future husband's physique. Benedict liked mature, classy women, and she had to act the part.
A mischievous glint entered her eyes. An idea sparked in her mind. While waiting for Benedict to wake up, she could prepare some breakfast. It would be a lovely gesture, a way to show her love and care. However, the reality of her culinary skills quickly dashed her hopes. She didn't know how to cook.
But that wasn't a problem. She could simply order from a food delivery app. Benedict's favorite breakfast was a classic: eggs Benedict. She could order it from the best brunch spot in the city, and it would be delivered righ
