Mathilda’s POV

“Thanks for inviting me to your bungalow — and sorry if all I can offer is orange juice and pasta.”

Frank smiled sweetly as he took another bite. Honestly, this was the nicest breakfast I’d ever had with a man.

Just imagine if this were happening with Fredric — I’d probably faint for days.

“This is more than enough,” Frank said warmly. “You didn’t need to spend a thing. You’re helping me without expecting anything in return, and we’re just sitting here, enjoying this incredible view. That’s more than I could’ve hoped for.”

Still, meeting him felt like discovering a rare kind of peace — and maybe even… friendship.

“Anyway,” he continued, “we’ve only been talking about me. If you don’t mind me asking — did you come here alone?”

I took a sip of my drink before answering. I needed a second to think of the right words. I couldn’t tell him I’d come here with my husband. I was far too intrigued by Frank to ruin this moment with the truth. Maybe, just maybe, I could taste somet