Chapter 309 An Overnight Stay

• Ariana's POV:
• Once back at my apartment, I headed to the kitchen to whip up a glass of chamomile tea for Stefan. Returning to the living room, I realized he was barefoot—no suitable slippers for him in my place. So, I switched on the heater to warm up the space.
• I nestled into a corner of the modest couch, knees pulled to my chest, mindlessly flipping through channel after channel. None of the shows caught my interest; it was all cheerful New Year's ads.