A Warrior Luna's Awakening Chapter 356-360

Chapter 356

Freya’s POV

I shrugged lightly. “Anything is fine,” I said, watching Silas move through the kitchen.

On this island, every meal was prepared by him personally. Ingredients were flown in by helicopter, fresh and carefully selected. Watching him in a simple apron, hands busy with pots and pans, stirred memories I hadn’t realized I still carried. I could almost see us back in the apartment in Deepmoor City, the months we had lived together–him always experimenting in the kitchen, clumsy at times, but with that persistent care that made even burnt toast feel like a feast.

Back then, after my parents passed away abroad, I had felt the world collapse in a single night. I was left with nothing–no family, no home, no anchor.

Even my marriage to Caelum Grafton had never truly given me a sense of belonging. Those three years were filled with a persistent feeling of being out of place, a guest in my own life.

But those few months with Silas… they had been different. For the first time since the world had taken everything from me, I had felt like I had a home again, even if only in the fleeting moments he had smiled at me, touched my hand, or brewed me a cup of tea in the early morning hours.