Realizing the urgency, I extended my arm, only to grasp at empty air.


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    For some reason, a sense of disappointment washed over me.


    For the first time, the room felt vast and deste.


    However, I quicklyposed myself and rose to wash up.


    While I was washing my face and brushing my teeth, I heard the door creak open.


    Assuming it was a servanting to clean the room, I paid it little mind.


    However, when I emerged from the bathroom and saw the scene before me, I was utterly stunned, frozen in ce.


    In front of me was a tableden with an array of delicate, delicious breakfast dishes, and there stood Caleb, waiting to share the meal with me.


    “Good morning, Luna,” Caleb greeted warmly.


    He gazed at me with tenderness and affection.


    I snapped out of my reverie, feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected surprise.


    I replied awkwardly, “Good morning.


    ”


    During the meal, feeling somewhat awkward, I tried to steer the conversation.


    “Do you have any other tasks to attend to with the witch n? You seem to have quite a bit of free time.


    You even went out early to buy breakfast and snuck back in.


    ”


    “Yes, I have something important to take care of here,” Caleb responded with a serious expression.


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    I mirrored his seriousness and asked involuntarily, “What is it? How can I assist you?”


    Caleb shook his head solemnly and replied, “I must handle it alone.


    ”


    It was unusual to see him so earnest.


    I couldn’t help but furrow my brow, curious about the nature of his important task.


    Suddenly, Caleb grinned and remarked, “When ites to wooing my wife, that’s all on me.


    If you want to


    help, just tell me how I can make my Luna forgive me sooner.


    ”


    Debra’s POV:


    When Caleb said that, I blushed and my heart started pounding.


    Noticing my shyness, Caleb looked right into my eyes and asked, “What should I do to make you forgive me?”


    I turned away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, feeling like he could see right through me.


    Trying to y it cool, I mumbled, “Why should your problem concern me? Whether I forgive you or not doesn’t matter.


    ”


    Then I just ignored him and focused on my meal.


    Maybe because I still didn’t really want to talk to him, Caleb went quiet and just picked up food for me now and then.


    The atmosphere at the table was kind of awkward.