Chapter 78 Stirring Memories!

AYRA’S POV Walking into Mr. Caspian’s kitchen felt like stepping into another world. The space was sleek, modern, and impossibly pristine—practically gleaming under the soft golden glow of the recessed lights. For a moment, I stood still, momentarily forgetting the reason I was here. My hand brushed over the smooth marble countertop, and I couldn’t help but admire the minimalist design paired with top-of-the-line appliances. Everything about it screamed wealth and refinement.