Enzo turned, carrying Adeline out of the kitchen, and as soon as the doors swung shut behind them, the head chef exhaled tiredly. "What an odd pair," she murmured, shaking her head. Then, she turned to the cooks, clapping her hands and snapping them back into focus. "Alright, back to work! The breakfast won't make itself!"
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The door to their room swung open, and Enzo stepped inside, carrying Adeline, who still remained limp in his arms. With a soft click, he nudged the door shut behind him with his foot, crossing the room in a few strides. Reaching the edge of the bed, he carefully set her down on the mattress, but the moment her body touched the sheets, she let out a long, weary sigh and buried her face in her palms.
A smirk tugged at Enzo's lips as he settled beside her, his hand reaching out to gently tug at her cheek in an attempt to get her attention.
She swatted at him halfheartedly but eventually lifted her head, giving him a flat, unimpressed look.
