Damian turns off the bed lamp. He lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The conversation he had with Melody still lingered in his mind. He couldn’t help but feel something in his heart.
He turns his head to Melody’s sleeping figure beside him. She wouldn’t sign it? She decides to stay with him. Is that what she trying to say?
His hand reached to her shoulder; his touch was gentle. As soon as his touch made contact with her shoulder, Melody stirred a bit in her sleep. She turns around and faces him. Her soft breath fills the quiet room.
“I don’t understand what is happening right now…” he mumbles. His finger tucks her strands of hair behind her ears.
Damian slowly leans forward. “You always unexpected one…”
He getting closer and closer. The tip of their noses touch, and with one last move, their lips will touch. The last time they are this close is when they have ‘intimate’ activities.
Suddenly, her eyes open. Damian quickly leans backwards, clearing his throat. He tried to act like he did nothing.
“I-I thought you were asleep,” he awkwardly said.
“I need… to pee…” she yawns and rubs her eyes.
“I-I see…”
She gets out of the bed and drags her feet to the bathroom. When the bathroom door shut closed, Damian couldn’t help but grumble under his breath. He ruffles his hair, cursing in his mind.
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Melody rushed downstairs. All servants keep reminding her to be careful. She bursts into the dining room only to see Damian having his breakfast.
“I heard all the stuff that I listed down is arrived!?” she beams.
“You are not wrong,” he shrugs his shoulder, focusing on his food.
“Oh my gosh!! I can’t wait to arrange all the tables, chairs and everything!!!” Melody jumps in excitement. “Oh! I forgot I have to write down the dessert I need to make!!”
She pulls the chair beside him and sits. The maid prepared her breakfast. “Um, can I have a paper and pen?”
“For what?” Damian asks in confusion.
“To list down the cake and all the sweets I need to sell!” she grins.
“It’s sound like after breakfast. Can you put that away first?” he sighs.
Melody crosses her arms on her chest, “Nope. I have to take this seriously. If I don’t list it down, I will become stressed.”
“Why?” he arches his eyebrows.
“Because I got too many ideas of my sweet,” she grabs the paper and pen from the maid before writing down everything.
Damian just sighed deeply, knowing she wouldn’t listen to him. He munching his food while looking at her writing. The way she smiled and was excited about this made him satisfied.
He glances at her untouched food. He sighs and scoops a bit before pushing it to her lips, “Open up.”
She opens her mouth and munchs the food when he feeds her. It’s keep going like that. The servant who walked past and saw it couldn’t help but smile at the cute sight.
“Are you going to make that much?” He frowns and notices the long list.
“Oh, not really. This is just the choice that I have to make.” Melody looks at the list, “This is more than enough.”
“Do you need me to promote it on social media? I can ask my assistant at the company to do it,” he offers help.
“Hm… of course. I don’t mind,” she nods.
The dining room door opens, revealing a guard. He bowed his head, “Sir, the car is ready.”
Damian nods. He gets up and nudges Melody’s shoulder to follow him. “Let’s go. You got a lot of work at your new bakery.”
She giggles and runs out, leaving him behind. Damian chuckles and shakes his head slightly before following her. He is more than happy for her and willing to provide anything for her.
All the guards at the bakery arranged all the cabinets and some stuff. Meanwhile, Melody at the pantry, tied up her apron. She put on a messy bun. Damian leaned on the doorframe, watching her.
Her appearance is somehow endearing.
“Let’s make some dessert!!” she squeals.
Damian smiles, leaning on the doorframe. His eyes follow every move she makes. The way she becomes so clumsy when she pours the flour, the way her eyebrows furrows looking at the recipe book.
Everything about her could bring a smile to his face.
“Sir,” Celestia came and bowed her head.
“What?” His demeanour changed abruptly.
“I have something to talk about. It’s about… my mission,” she quietly said, not wanting anyone to hear it but both of them.
Damian’s attention moved to her. He looks at Melody and then at her. He snaps his finger and gestures to one guard to watch his wife out. Just in case she did something stupid. The guard nods and stands on the door frame.
They step out of the bakery.
“Speak,”
Celestia looks at him with a serious gaze, “It seems like Matthias managed to conquer every clan in the place he’s living in.”
“Huh. Like I expected. He’s a greedy one; everyone knows about that,” he scoffs.
“He is. Also, I got the new information. It’s not a good one, sir,” she looks at him with concern.
“And that is?”
“He… He decides to come here,” Celestia blurt it out.
Damian stares at her for a moment. Come here? Instead of worrying about it, instead, he felt happy. He chuckles and leans on the wall, crossing his arms. Celestia looks at him with confusion.
He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. This is the greatest news he ever had.
“Sir? Why are you laughing?” Celestia frowns.
“Oh, Cel. This is the greatest news I ever heard,” he chuckles.
“But… he is coming here back, sir. He might have an intentions-bad intention on why,” she explains.
Damian smirks, “I have been waiting for that information from you, Cel. I have been waiting for him to come back.”
“I know he will come back when he hears that my father will hand over the clan to me. That old man can’t have anyone earn more than him,”
“Sir, I’m sorry to say this but…” she hesitated to say it. “What if… what if… he knows about Melody?”
The smirk on his face faded. As if the question brings the dark vibe out of him. Celestia notices the change in vibe from him. She shifts in discomfort but manages to control her expression.
“What did you say?” He takes steps closer. His voice is nothing but dripping with venom.
“I-I… I’m just afraid he will target Mrs. Melody since she is your wife,” she clears her throat, not wanting to show her fear.
There’s a pause from him for a moment. Then, he lets out a low laugh. “Oh, Celestia. I believe he is much smarter than that.”
“Trust me… he wouldn’t see light after he lay a finger on Melody after that,”
Damian smiles and gets inside the bakery back. Somehow, that smile sends a shiver through her spine. Celestia sighed deeply and pushed her hair back.
The first rule when you are working under Damian is you have to have strong mental.
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Ding
Melody takes out the tray that is filled with egg tarts. The delicious smell fills the whole bakery. The guards who were doing their job couldn’t help but be distracted by the smell.
“You work so hard, huh?” Damian smirks.
“I do!” She grins. “I put all my effort into this baking!”
“Yeah, I can see that very well,” he scoffs, looking at the flour on her face and hair.
She puts some of the egg tarts on the plate and is about to bring it out. Before she steps out of the pantry, Damian stops her.
“You got flour all over you,” his thumbs wipe the flour from her cheeks and ruffle her hair.
“Is there more?” she asks.
He wipes every access on her face and hair. At the same time, he can’t push away the feeling of softness on her cheek. It is so fluffy and chubby. Damian got the urge to pinch it.
“Damian?” her voice makes him snap out of his thoughts.
“Yes?” he clears his throat.
“I ask, are you done?” Melody tilted her head in confusion.
“Yeah, sorry. Yes, I’m done,” he pulls away immediately, hiding the fact he is flustered.
Suddenly, a voice makes them startled.
“I think I came in the wrong time, am I?” Riccardo smiles sheepishly.