True Alpha's Ch Chapter 21: Baby deer

Chapter 21: Baby deer

"Delectable."

I tried to control my expression, but I couldn’t help but press my lips in fear. How could he say all that while looking at ? The food... wasn’t on my face. Before I knew it, I already slapped his shoulder lightly.

"Do I look like food to you?" I asked with a shaking voice.

That did not faze Hugo, as he simply glanced at his shoulder. A deep exhale slipped from his lips before he smacked them.

"Don’t mind , Bambi. I am simply speaking my thoughts aloud so I can hear them," he explained halfheartedly with a lazy look in his eyes. I pressed my lips into a thin line and tried to ignore him, just as he said.

However, how could I eat when Ivo, the person I was with, was missing? And his replacent was staring at

while mumbling things? The first bite felt hard to swallow because of the pressure Hugo was giving .

’Why must he be so cruel?’ I wondered, weeping internally. ’If he is hungry and thirsty, just as he was mumbling, he should eat and drink!’

When I couldn’t take this pressure anymore, I turned my head to him. My eyes glinted and without a second hesitation, I shoved the spoon with the food I was eating inside his mouth. Hugo’s eyes popped open, blinking at

cluelessly.

"You keep saying you’re hungry and thirsty. If so, why don’t you join ?" I intoned, although my voice shook midway. I bit my lower lip, staring at him as if he did

wrong.

Hugo didn’t speak but pointed at the spoon in his mouth. So, I pulled it out reluctantly.

"You’re right, Bambi," he said after swallowing down the food. "I should eat, but my arms feel tired for so reason."

I looked at him in dismay, grasping what he ant by that. "If you want

to feed you, just ask. You don’t have to lie."

I pouted as I scooped the pudding and was about to feed this important man, but then he shook his finger sideways. What was it this ti?

"Let’s do it alternately," he suggested with a grin until his eyes squinted evilly. "You eat it, then ."

Hugo cupped his jaw while looking at

with delight. I didn’t know what made him so happy so suddenly, but I didn’t find any problem with his suggestion. So I fed myself and scooped again for him. Feeding him was the least I could do for him after all he had done for

until now.

"Sa spoon. Hehe," he mumbled while chewing. I ignored him and continued with the routine. Now, I didn’t feel the pressure of eating while being watched. Actually, I felt liberated as the pudding taste sweeter, although the spoon was a little hot for so reason.

Out of curiosity, I licked the spoon clean as it idled a little longer in my mouth. I looked at him when he raised a question.

"Taste good?" the side of his lips curled up into a cunning smirk. He looked more like a fox than a wolf.

I nodded as I pulled the spoon out. "The pudding tastes good."

"It only tastes better because I’m eating it," he said and by now, I was slowly getting used to his confidence. "I’m not joking. Saying it tastes good also ans I taste good."

"Hugo, is this a riddle I must solve?" I blurted out, confused by what nonsense he was saying.

Hugo squinted his eyes as he humd. His deep voice humming sounded oddly pleasant in the ear. I could not help but notice it.

"I like it," he said, adding to the piling-up bafflent he was sinking in my head. This ti, however, he made it clear.

"My na, I an. I like how it sounds so kind when you say it." He fixed his eyes on my lips, making

hide them in a thin line. "You used to call , "you