The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1216

At this point, everything that had happened in the past felt like smoke fading in the wind. Darin had no desire to harbor resentment anymore; it was entirely pointless. Perhaps this was simply the fate everyone was meant to endure.

Savannah nodded understandingly and dropped the subject. "When is that breakfast getting here? I am starving."

"I will call and check," Darin said.

Just as he picked up the phone, the doorbell rang. The food had arrived. Darin arranged the spread on the dining table. Seeing Savannah emerge from her room, he called out, "Come eat."

He unpacked the takeout containers, revealing oatmeal, scrambled eggs, a blueberry muffin, a butter croissant, and two hard-boiled eggs.

Savannah sat down, eyeing the spread. "You bought so much. Do you think I can finish everything?"

The corner of Darin's mouth twitched upward. "I can help you eat some of it."

The two stayed indoors for the rest of the day. Darin handled some work emails in the suite, while Savannah's fever finally broke by the afternoon.

When Serena arrived to drop off some documents, Savannah opened the door. Serena maintained her professional composure, showing no surprise at seeing her. "Miss Kress."

Savannah stepped aside. "Come in. He is in the study."

Serena walked straight to the study with the files. Savannah stayed in the living room, watching television, not wanting to interrupt his work. Ten minutes later, Serena emerged. She gave Savannah a polite nod, which Savannah returned. As Serena stepped out of the suite, she paused, looking back at the closed door before letting out a long breath and heading toward the elevator.

The next day, having wrapped up his urgent tasks, Darin finally took Savannah out. Her body had fully recovered and adjusted to the jet lag. The temperature was near freezing, but the sky was clear and sunny, perfect weather for a walk.

Darin drove them to the Berlin Cathedral. Being a tourist, Savannah naturally wanted photos, so she handed Darin her phone. But when she checked the results, she was horrified. The man possessed the photography skills of a brick wall. She was five-foot-seven, but he had somehow managed to make her look five-foot-two. She was genuinely starting to get annoyed.

"Am I really this short? Why is my face completely in the shadows? And did you manage to catch me blinking in every single one?"

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