Elena’s POV

The dining room was softly lit, its gold-tinged lamps casting a warm glow over the polished table. Steam rose from the dishes just served, ribs, sweet corn soup, glazed shrimp, braised tofu, and ginger chicken. Every plate looked familiar.

I blinked, surprised. They weren’t just familiar, they were my favorites.

Matthews caught the look on my face and smiled, ladling soup into my bowl. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” he teased. “You’ve always been greedy ...