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Luca thought she had touched something else and touched again, confirming it was not Luke's waist.

She slowly opened her eyes, and at the same time, Luke's voice that was full of magnetism sounded in

her ears. "You’re awake?"

"Yes." Luca looked up and found Luke working.

However, her hand was not on Luke's thigh. It was on his calf.

Now, the man was leaning against the headboard of the bed with a laptop on his thigh. He was dealing

with work emails.

"Didn't you rest?" Luca asked, realizing that her question was meaningless.

Normally, he would shorten his rest time at night and work whenever he had a break. How could he

possibly nap with her?

Luke must have started working after she fell asleep.

Luca did not expect to have a deep sleep. Luke's keyboard typing did not wake her up.

"No, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to work. Did I disturb you?" asked Luke. Even though the laptop

keyboard was quite silent, there might still be some noise.

"No, I've had enough sleep." Luca yawned, sitting up with her hands supporting the bed. She did not

immediately get out of bed but leaned on the headboard. Placing her head on Luke's shoulder, she

looked at his computer screen and said, "There are still so many more..."

Luke smiled and replied, "Yes."

"Just ten minutes ago, Jason sent about ten emails again."

"Your job is really busy." Luca yawned as she looked at the densely packed page of emails, all

unopened. She felt sorry for Luke.

However, there was nothing she could do to help him.

Now that Luca had confessed her true identity to him, she would not deliberately avoid looking at his

computer screen.

Even if it was classified information, she dared to look at it.

She would not betray Luke.

"Fortunately, I work exceptionally fast when you’re around." Luke did not lie. He had just finished

dealing with a page of emails.

Normally, when he was fully immersed in his work, he had never worked at such a quick pace before.

Luca raised her eyebrows, surprised that she had this effect. She smiled and said playfully, "Then I

won't leave. Will you be able to finish these quickly, and then you won't have to work overtime tonight?"

"Sure. If Jason doesn't send another batch of files before he gets off work, I shouldn't have to work

overtime tonight,” replied Luke as he opened another email.

The email contained a proposal.

Luca yawned again. She took a pretty long nap, combining the time she rested in the car with this

afternoon break.

"I'm going downstairs to cut some fruit. What kind of fruit would you like?"

"Anything. Just get something you like," answered Luke.

"Okay, I'll be back in a while,” said Luca. She got out of bed, straightened her wrinkled clothes, and

headed downstairs.

Mr. Muller was waiting in the living room for their orders. When he saw Luca coming downstairs, he

smiled and asked, "Ms. Craw, what do you need?"

"I’d like to cut some fruit, Mr. Muller. Have you prepared any?" asked Luca.

"Yes, we do. I'll get it for you," replied Mr. Muller as he walked into the kitchen.

Luca followed him into the kitchen.

He opened the fresh room of the refrigerator. There was a bunch of fruits for Luca to choose from.

Mr. Muller said, "I didn't know what fruits you like, so I prepared a variety. Here are some local X City

fruits and a few imported ones."

"Thanks," Luca thanked him and picked out some fruits she wanted to eat, along with the ones Luke

usually enjoyed. Then, she prepared to wash them.

Mr. Muller quickly said, "Ms. Craw, let me do it."

"No need, I've got it. You can take a break." Luca shook her head. Since she returned, she had been

busy either with work or taking care of the child.

Rarely did she have moments like this, enjoying some private time with Luke.

So, Luca particularly cherished these moments.

"Alright." Mr. Muller saw her skillfully pick up the fruit cleaner and put the fruits into the basket. He left

the kitchen.

When Mr. Muller saw what Luca did just now, he understood that the fruit was not for her but was

prepared for Luke.

When Luca washed the fruit, there was a shy charm typical of a woman doing something for her

beloved.

After waiting for a while in the kitchen, Luca started peeling and cutting the fruit after cleaning it.

She was not one to stay away from the kitchen, and she handled this kind of task with great attention to

detail. In no time, she cut the fruit, placed the disposable forks in the bowl, and walked out of the

kitchen, carrying them.

When she passed through the living room, she saw Mr. Muller sitting on the couch, reading a book. It

reminded her that Luke was busy working, and she had nothing else to do if she stayed beside him.

She decided to ask, "Mr. Muller, are there any other books here?"

"Yes, Ms. Craw, what kind of books are you looking for?" Mr. Muller put down the book and asked with

a smile.

"Well, literature, please. Could you get me one? Also, can you tell me where the coffee beans are?"

Luca remembered Luke did not get much sleep last night, and he did not take a nap. He was still

working now. She wanted to make him a cup of coffee.

Mr. Muller walked to the kitchen, took out the sealed coffee beans, and asked, “Are these coffee beans

okay? I purchased them from a coffee shop last month, and I'm not sure if they suit your taste."

"It's fine. These are great." Luca understood coffee. She could tell the quality by just looking at the

beans.

Although Mr. Muller purchased them from a coffee shop, the quality of the beans was indeed good.

Luca picked up the coffee beans and brewed a pot of coffee for Luke.

She did not drink coffee herself but found some lemon and rose petals when she was brewing coffee

for Luke. Thus, she brewed a pot of flower tea for herself.

Luca placed the pot of coffee and flower tea on a tray, along with the cut fruit. Her lips curled into a faint

smile.

This kind of intimate time together had already filled her heart with happiness, and these afternoon

refreshments only added to her inner sense of joy.

Mr. Muller found a book in the category of foreign literature. He walked toward Luca, and asked, "Ms.

Craw, is this book suitable for you?"

"Yes, it's perfect. Thank you." Luca glanced at the book, placed it on a clean tray, then lifted the tray

and headed upstairs.

Mr. Muller was about to say that he could handle such things, but by that time, Luca had already

walked out of the kitchen.

When Luca came upstairs, she walked into the bedroom and placed the tray on the coffee table in front

of the couch.

As she entered, Luke caught a whiff of the coffee aroma. "Coffee?"

"You've got a really keen nose. Mr. Muller mentioned that there were coffee beans just now. After

checking the quality, I brewed a pot for you. Would you like to work on the couch over here?" Luca

smiled at him and picked up a ceramic cup.

They had to admit that Mr. Muller truly took care of every corner of the villa.

They even had these ceramic coffee cups. Even though using them would not make the coffee taste

better, it was symbolic.