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Nicholas chuckled and wore a look of innocence.
“Isn’t this a cafe? What else could I do here?”
Zephyr watched him carefully, not missing even a subtle expression.
The man was not as aggressive as he was the last time, but a conclusion could not be easily made if
he was here with a kind or malicious intention.
Zephyr went back to sling an arm around Cordelia’s shoulder, softly asking her to go home first and
telling her he would take care of this.
Cordelia was quite worried but could only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left,
Zephyr looked at Nicholas with a ghost of a smirk.
“Afternoon tea set, right? I’ll prepare it for you!”
“Can you do it?”
“Why not? I’m the boss here.”
Zephyr returned to the back of the counter. His movements were practiced, but the pots and pans
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmade a lot of noise. It made Nicholas wonder whether he really did need to make so much ruckus or
whether he was trying to drive him away with it.
A while later, a rather exquisitely plated afternoon tea set was placed in front of him. It was a pretty
slice of red velvet cake and a cup of aromatic hot latte. There was even a small purple iris on the tray
as decoration.
Nicholas picked up the flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have been your idea to have achieved such
detail.”
Zephyr wiped his hands as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these. I’m just learning from her.”
Nicholas tasted the cake and frowned.
“This isn’t leftovers from today, is it?”
“Of course not.” Zephyr scoffed. “It’s leftovers from the day before yesterday!”
Nicholas looked at him and forced a smile a while later. “It’s fine. I’ll have a good taste of the lady boss’
culinary skill!”
“Oh, you’ve misunderstood.” Zephyr was still expressionless. “This isn’t what my wife made either.”
“You…”
“A guest wanted red velvet cake the day before yesterday, but Cordelia hasn’t learned how to bake one
yet, so I bought two slices from the cake shop next door.”
Zephyr’s gaze was impassive, with a slight smirk hanging off the corner of his lips. “It’s a surprise that
the cake hasn’t gone bad even after two days!”
Nicholas gripped the fork with a scowl, not knowing if he should continue eating it.
“You won’t be able to taste my wife’s culinary skill, but you can try out what the preservatives taste like!”
“Hah!” Nicholas got up to look at him with a complex gaze.
“Are you that reluctant to let me have the desserts she makes?”
“It’s not that I’m reluctant.” Zephyr spoke clearly. “You don’t deserve it.”
Nicholas’ face fell, and he tossed the knife and fork on the plate, causing a loud clanking sound. He
thought, ‘Very well, I don’t deserve it. Zephyr Hamerton, you probably have no idea that I can kill you
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He took a deep breath and suddenly felt both angry and amused.
He looked at the man before him and asked softly with a smirk, “What do you plan to do with the
leftovers today? You wouldn’t actually eat them all yourself, would you?”
“Why do you care?” Zephyr glanced at him.
“I’m just reminding you.” Nicholas got up and put a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder, giving it two hard
squeezes. “Desserts do delight people, but too much is bad for the teeth.
“And how would a beast conquer the territory if it lost its sharp teeth?”
Zephyr’s eyes snapped. Nicholas’ gaze raised doubts in him.
“Hah, what territory?” Zephyr scoffed after some time. “Someone like me doesn’t need to conquer
anything. It’s enough for me to live with my wife for the rest of my life!”
“Really?”
“Mr. Thompson, the coffee doesn’t taste good when it’s cold. I’ll make you another one on the house!”
Nicholas smiled cryptically and said no more.
…
Zephyr had been ordering his men to search for Marcus these days.
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