Nathalia POV
The following morning, I was shocked to find Jerry in the kitchen with Mama Mila. I was not ready to see him again so soon, but it was a welcoming sight. It was like we were back in high school when I visit the grandma-grandson tandem in the neighboring house.
I can smell the toast and bacon, and Jerry was cooking something on the stove.
Seems like we are going to have American breakfast today.
I was accustomed to assisting Mama Mila in cooking every single time that I was home. But since I have nothing else to do in the kitchen and I didn’t want to disturb the two of them, I planned to escape silently, go to the garden, and have my usual exercise – a few rounds of walking around the small area and a few stretches and lunges.
But before I can even walk away, Jerry caught
