194 Making Cakes
Rosalind felt like a fool. For so reason, she felt like a child that had been bribed by so candies. He told her about cakes and she just... stopped asking questions!
She wasn't exactly sure why she did that.
"I can't do it," she grumbled. She ca in here, thinking she could eat the most delicious cake ever, but instead, that man told them to bake the cake instead.
Rosalind tried cooking in the past, in fact, she was very good at it. But she did not try to do any baking— especially not for a man like Lucas.
"I really cannot do it," she repeated. Apparently, she was going to bake a cake for him and he was going to make a cake for her. This idea was supposed to increase their affection for each other.
What affection? These things were going to make her crazy.
First, she knew that Lucas could make so delicious desserts, this alone was enough to intimidate her. Second, even in her past life, she was not that confident in making desserts as she focused her attention on cooking really delicious food that Jeas liked. In the past, Jeas did not exactly like desserts and thought that they were for children.
Naturally, she did not learn how to make sothing that Jeas did not like.
"There is no need for sothing extravagant," she heard him say. He was calmly stirring sothing that she did not recognize. "I do not have such a delicate palate."
That only made her want to cry inwardly.
She knew he was lying.
How could a Duke not have a good palate for food?
How could she feed him trash?
She stared at the ss of a batter in front of her. She wasn't even sure if the taste would be alright. She already put it in the mold and that man would now take care of the rest.
She looked at Lucas's table and once again turned frustrated when… she saw him make sothing colorful. Unable to control herself, she slowly moved towards him.
"What are those?" she asked.
"Petals."
"Petals? From flowers?"
"I made it."
She blinked.
"You can make petals?"
"It's as easy as cutting off a head. Is it not?"
Again, she blinked. What… was so easy about cutting off heads?
She pursed her lips and continued watching.
"Are you done?"
"Yes."
"What about so decorations?"
She cleared her throat. "I decided to put so fruit on it."
"Oh… "
"How are you so good at making sothing like this?" He was now slicing what looked like jelly, but he was silencing it into small little pieces.
"It wasn't that hard. If you live long enough."
"You should be twenty-four no?"
"I should be," he looked at her. "Is there a law that states, soone who is good with the sword cannot make desserts?"
"It's not that. It's just… how?"
"It keeps relaxed," he answered.
"And tired?"
"I supposed."
"Your wife is going to beco the luckiest woman on this continent," she whispered.
He nodded and absentmindedly said, "I agree."
"…"
After a few minutes, the man from earlier, whose na was Antolin, ca back and inford them that it is ti for them to do their couple massages.
This ti, Rosalind felt the need for this massage and did not complain. She realized that she should stop complaining about having her body seen when she was actually an older woman inside a younger body. She was already married in her past life. anwhile, this was the Duke's first marriage.
It should not be her who would feel awkward but him!
Antolin led them to a room with what looked like paper walls and it already had two mattresses in the room. The sll of lavender and probably mint t her senses. It was calming and relaxing.
However, sothing about it did not feel right.
She frowned and looked at Lucas. He must have felt her gaze as he turned to stare at her.
'Did he notice sothing?' She asked inwardly.
"This is Catya and Pacita. They are going to give you the best massage that this place has to offer," Antolin said as the two won inside the room bowed. Both won were dressed in black robes, their faces looked delicate, especially without any makeup on. They looked much younger too.
"I want a man," Lucas said. To Rosalind's surprise, Antolin quickly agreed and called soone nad Yohan.
Yohan was a thin guy with the face of a woman. This ti, the Duke agreed.
"My na is Catya," the woman with long black hair said. "I will be of your service today. Let help you with your clothes."
Rosalind nodded, however, just as Catya was about to touch her spatial bag, Rosalind grabbed her hand.
"I am leaving it on."
"But Miss, we need to remove your clothes, except for the undergarnts."
"This is an undergarnt," Rosalind said.
"Since you insist then…"
Rosalind glanced in the Duke's direction. He already removed his clothes without the help of Yohan. He left his white pants on as he walked towards one of the beds. Again, she glanced at his naked upper body. He looked like a sturdy rock— a scarred sturdy rock.
She could not help but glance at his sword and… spatial bag. Is he planning to leave it there?
Rosalind was so engrossed in her own thoughts that the next thing she knew, she was only wearing her thin chemise. Her lips thinned as she walked towards the other bed. Luckily, it seed that he was not paying any attention to her. Instead, he instructed Yohan to start the massage.
Rosalind laid down on her stomach.
"Relax…" she heard Catya's voice behind her. "This is sothing that you should enjoy."
However, her words only made Rosalind realize that sothing is wrong. She frowned.
Poison.
She was certain that there was so sort of poison in the air!
She imdiately looked at the Duke.
'Calm down," she heard him speak inside her head. 'Let them do what they are about to do.'
About to do?
Rosalind bit her lower lip. Are they planning to kill her? Rob her wealth? Or both!?
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