I rolled my eyes and pushed at his chest, causing him to frown. “The only thing I want right now is food. I’m hungry.”

“Yes, it’s almost done,” he grumbled. Stepping away, he put some batter on the pan.

Giggling, I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for making me such delicious dishes everyday. I love you. You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”

Though we hadn’t discussed our relationship yet, nor did he ask me to be his girlfriend, I just started to think of him as my boyfriend. He already called me his, and he was mine, so I didn’t think we needed to give it a name officially.

My kiss seemed to brighten his mood as he pecked my nose. “I’m glad. Even though I don’t like the boyfriend tag and I’d like to change it soon, it’s okay for now. And I love you more.”

My heart raced inside my chest. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his words. Change the title soon? Did he mean what I thought he meant?

Heat touched my cheeks as I looked down at my lap, twirling my bracelet.

Chuckling, he kissed my head and pressed his forehead against mine. I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

Stormy grays peered into my soul with his intense gaze. “Soon.”

Warmth surged through me, happiness bloomed inside my chest. Just at the imagination of him waiting for me at the altar did something to me. My whole body tingled at the thought.

Becoming Mrs. Valencian didn’t sound so bad.

A burnt smell reached our nostrils, breaking our little magical moment. Crinkling my nose, I looked at the pan. The pancake.

I let out a chuckle when he only scowled at the almost black pancake, as if murdering it with his eyes for interrupting.

“Let me make another one.”

I shook my head.

“Did someone come when I was in the shower? I thought I heard some voices when I was changing.”

He nodded. “Yes. Arthur and Mr. Ivanov were here. I couldn’t meet them yesterday, and the Russians were eager for a quick meeting. So, I told Arthur to get Mr. Ivanov up here.”

My posture straightened. Arthur was here?

“Who’s Ivanov?”

“The owner of the Russian company we’re going to sign a deal with. There are two owners of the company. Mr. Balakin and Mr. Ivanov. Mr. Ivanov is doing all the work on this upcoming project,” he explained.

“What did he want to discuss so urgently?” I asked. I heard mentions of the Russians many times in the past two weeks, but I never met any of them yet.