Chapter 223

• The woman in front of him was the most intriguing Kaleb had seen in a long time. Those hazel eyes, with greenish and yellowish hues that blinked incessantly, were the most beautiful he had ever seen.
• "This girl is a worthy representative of that myth that is natural beauty", he thought, without losing sight of any detail of her anatomy and actions, fascinated. There were no visible artifices in her. She was surely almost half a meter shorter than him; a small beauty of feverish activity, with tousled hair escaping from a loose bun and traces of flour on her face that, despite or thanks to that, could not be classified as anything other than adorable.
• It was not an adjective he normally used to describe a woman, but it was the one his mind instinctively dedicated to the charming pastry chef who looked at him with confusion mixed with admiration. He considered this without vanity, paying attention as a detail"oriented man to the evidence of her nervousness and the way her eyes kept returning to him over and over again.