+Chapter 95+

Caspian spent the first ten minutes opening and closing cupboards.

It was less about finding something in particular and more about familiarizing himself with the space.

Maybe it was because the death of his parents was a little fresh in his mind but Lucy's death had hit like a wrecking ball.

It seemed a bit over the top considering that he wouldn't exactly call them close.

But there hadn't even been the time for that, just as she had been settling into her space in his life, she was gone.

It was strange to compare her to his mom but it felt like a bit of his mom had died again.

When he dragged Asher in here, he had no idea what he wanted to do.

He had never cooked before, his mom preferred to do that and afterward, he simply wasn't allowed to.

He just needed… he just needed…

Imprinting on people who cooked him homely meals would only drive him crazy.