Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 28

In contrast to the single–story villa I had just been shown, Dean’s place was a two–story modern courtyard villa with sleek lines and a dark stone exterior. It radiated sophistication and understated grandeur.

Honestly, I’d imagined him living in a penthouse. That felt more like his style.

But unexpectedly, he fit in perfectly here.

I guess I’d been too narrow–minded and quick to judge.

As we stepped inside, Dean opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of gray house slippers, and placed them in front of me.

“I don’t have women’s slippers, so you’ll have to make do with mine,” he said, then added with a teasing smile, “Don‘ t worry, picky princess–they’re brand new.”

I pretended not to hear that as I slipped off my sneakers and into the slippers.

He also took out a black pair and slipped them on himself.

As we walked further inside, the scent hit me first–butter, toast, eggs, and coffee.

Seems like he really did prepare breakfast, I thought.

“You can place your bag on the sofa,” he said, already heading toward the open kitchen ahead. “Food doesn’t taste as good cold. Hurry up.”

“Got it,” I replied, setting my bag on the sofa before walking over.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing toward one of the high stools at the kitchen counter.

I did, watching as he busied himself plating the food and arranging everything in front of me.

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Lightly toasted croissants with a buttery sheen. Scrambled eggs with cheese. Chicken sausages. A slice of avocado dressed with lemon and sea salt.

He clearly wasn’t a novice in the kitchen.

After setting the last plate down, he looked up. “Orange juice or coffee?”

“Orange juice,” I answered after a beat.

As a result, he smiled, then walked over to the fridge, and took out a bottle.

As he poured it into a glass cup, I found myself asking, “Why are you smiling?”

The corners of his lips lifted more. “Nothing. Just confirming something.”

“What?”

“That you’ve got a sweet tooth.”

“So?” My voice came out more defensive than I meant. “You think having a sweet tooth is unbecoming for an adult?”

His smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, making me feel like a sulking child and he, the tolerant adult.

A moment later, he placed the glass of juice in front of me and-

Used the back of his index finger to gently brush my nose. “You think too much for your own good, princess.”

“Everyone’s palate and preferences are different. No one has the right to criticize that.”

His voice turned softer and more indulgent: “And I think you’re quite cute like this.”

With immediate effect, it was like someone had smoothed down a bristling cat. I calmed down instantly, though I wasn’t sure if being called ‘cute‘ was meant as a compliment.

However-

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I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t you being a little touchy?”

Before I could react, he leaned forward suddenly, closing the distance between us.

“So…” his warm breath brushed against my skin, “do you dislike it?”

My brain immediately stalled at his proximity, with half of my thoughts going fuzzy.

“What?” I asked dumbly, my hand gripping my trousers tightly.

“I said…” He leaned even closer, until our noses nearly touched. “Do you dislike my touch?”

Truthfully, I didn’t register his words as my focus was elsewhere.

Our lips.

At this distance…

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My throat ran dry.

Not touching felt more dangerous than actual contact.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We just stared at each other while maintaining that position.

Somehow, I managed to recover a shred of rationality and broke off eye contact with him.

Then, I lowered my head, and stared intently at the food like it was an rare artifact.

“It’s getting cold,” I mumbled, grabbing a croissant and stuffing it into my mouth.

Hm. It was unexpectedly delicious.

Okay, no doubt about it–he could cook.

A second later, his low chuckle sounded near my ears, and I nearly choked.

Thankfully, he straightened up right after and stepped back.

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“No need to rush. Eat slowly and don’t choke,” he said, amusement and a hint of fondness dancing in his eyes.

I hummed quietly in response, still staring down.

Only after a long silence and the air felt normal again did I sneak a glance at him.

He stood in front of the coffee machine with his back to me.

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I found myself staring in a daze as my thoughts wandered.

In just two days, my relationship with Dean had… shifted. Becoming more and more complicated.

The first time we met, we were familiar strangers. Yet, he stepped forward and offered to help.

The second time, I voiced my doubts and reservations about him. He reassured me, took me shopping, offered a solu- tion to my house–hunting problem, and teased me like an old friend.

And today, the third time… he flirted with me boldly.

It was getting harder to understand what was happening between us. And that sense of losing control–it scared me.

It made me uneasy.

But what could I do?

Ask him: why are you flirting with me?

That would be ridiculous.

Forget it.

I’ll just ask about something else.

Maybe what my dad and Mr. Scott discussed yesterday.

But not now…

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