Chapter 174:
A feeling of satisfaction swept through me when I saw his face light up with excitement.
“You can call me Aurora,” I corrected, feigning anger.
“Thank you, Aurora,” he replied, then fell silent. Worry crept into the pit of my stomach as he stood motionless, scratching his head.
What was he up to this time?
“If you don’t mind, Aurora, can I give you something? I just want to be sure that I’ve been forgiven.”
“I’m not mad anymore. You don’t have to give me anything. The only thing I want is for what you did not to repeat itself,” I said firmly.
“I know, but please, accept it. That way, I’ll be sure you’re not mad at me,” he tried to convince me.
A sigh escaped my lips as I stared at him, undecided.
Well, there was nothing to lose.
It was just a harmless gift. Besides, I wasn’t mad at him anymore. He had already realized his mistake and was willing not to repeat it.
“So, what is this?” I asked, motioning to the plates in his hands.
“It’s mushroom soup. When you left in anger, I thought of ways to make it up to you. Since you’re pregnant, I made you some nice mushroom soup. I heard it’s very beneficial for expectant mothers,” he said, beaming with pride.
“That’s so thoughtful of you. I was actually about to call one of my handmaidens to get me some mushroom soup. My doctor recommended it for me,” I blurted out in surprise.
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“What a coincidence,” he added, fidgeting with his fingers.
“Where is it?” I demanded, stretching out my hand as he placed a ceramic plate filled with mushroom soup in front of me. The sweet scent was enough to make me want to start digging in, but I hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Who prepared it for you?”
“I prepared the soup myself,” he replied confidently.
My brows shot up in disbelief, and laughter escaped my lips. “You made this yourself? You can cook?”
“Yes. I have decent culinary skills, and they help me a lot. Have a taste to confirm how delicious it is.”
Without wasting time, I sat in an empty chair against the wall while he stood a few meters away from me.
“Sit,” I motioned, but he remained rooted to the spot.
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable again. I’d rather stand and watch you from a distance,” he assured, filling my troubled mind with relief.
My stomach growled in hunger the moment I opened the lid. Unable to withhold my hunger any longer, I gulped down the soup, savoring its delicious taste. In no time, the plate was empty.
“I still can’t believe you made this,” I complimented. “Well done. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I can. I learned it from my mother,” he responded, blushing before looking away.
