Chapter 116:
The way her tongue slowly licked her lips before biting them…
Goddess, I want to kiss her!
“Contain yourself, Damon. What are you, 16?”
“This is so delicious. I can’t believe you made this. Who taught you?”
Sadness replaced the excitement in my chest as painful memories flooded me.
How could I forget who taught me how to cook?
I wasn’t much of a cook; in fact, I had always detested it—until I met Ivy.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do to please her. I learned things I never thought I would, intoxicated by her love. But still… she left me.
I stopped cooking the moment she passed away.
It was a part of me that died with her.
No one had resurrected those feelings in me, except Aurora. What was it about her that made me do things I swore I would never do after Ivy died?
Was I falling for her? No!
It can’t be love.
I wasn’t in love… it was just pity, or maybe I was just confused. Ivy was the only woman I had ever loved, and it would remain that way.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I cleared my throat before forcing a smile.
“How did you learn to cook so well?” she asked again, causing an uneasy feeling to settle inside me.
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The air in the room shifted, making it harder for me to breathe.
I felt my face turn pale as tears threatened to gather in my eyes.
I took deep breaths, blinking hard to hold them back.
“Seems you don’t want to talk about it,” she said sadly. Her smile slowly faded. Guilt filled me to the brim.
Without thinking twice, I leaned in closer, bringing my face to hers before capturing her lips.
Damon
“She is strong now. The only concern is the scars. Meanwhile, I found something that we can use to help them fade. I’ll get the nurses to apply oil to her back,” the doctor explained, adjusting her glasses before balancing them on the bridge of her nose.
“Why won’t they heal on their own? And what kind of oil is it?” I asked, throwing a concerned glance at the scars marred on Aurora’s back.
“My King…” She cleared her throat before swallowing. “The scars you see are the result of the whip she was flogged with. The whip cut deeply into her skin, and according to reports, she was flogged over 200 times before she passed out. The tip of the whip was coated with silver, and each impact tore into her skin. By the time you arrived to rescue her, she had already lost consciousness and was bleeding for about…” She paused briefly before glancing at the book in her hand.
“Three hours. It’s a miracle that she wasn’t in a coma. And about the oil, it was specially made by me. You know, I’m skilled with herbs, and during an experiment, the concoction I mixed accidentally spilled onto my skin and helped fade my scar slightly. After repeating the process for a week, my scars completely disappeared,” she beamed in excitement, letting me see her smooth skin.
