The boy sat quietly.
A black shirt outlined his tall and perfect figure. At this moment, he leaned on one hand, propping up his head. His tousled black hair brushed across his forehead, slipping through his pale, slender fingers. Even this simple gesture seemed infused with a bewitching elegance, breathtakingly beautiful.
His eyes lowered slightly, gazing at the documents in his hand. His long lashes cast a delicate shadow on his lower eyelids.
It felt as if a layer of ethereal brilliance enveloped him, a presence so captivating that anyone meeting him for the first time would forget to question his gender or age, entranced by his extraordinary beauty.
“So beautiful…”
A soft, sweet voice suddenly broke the serene atmosphere.
The boy’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience as he lifted his gaze.
Those striking eyes, a rare purple like fine amethyst, shimmered lazily, but when they met hers, a fleeting brightness rippled through them.
The girl’s black hair was casually tied at the back of her head. The light spilling in illuminated her fresh, elegant face, making her look as radiant as jade.
Her rosy lips were gently pressed together, and her misty, dreamy eyes gazed unblinkingly in his direction.
He set down his pen and looked at her with interest.
So beautiful…
As if drawn by some invisible force, Avira Nassy took one step after another, approaching him.
“What a beautiful cake…”
She stared dumbly at a perfectly formed cake, without a single flaw or rough edge, and sighed in genuine admiration.
The boy standing nearby was astonished, staring at this unexpected girl.
So beautiful… was she talking about the cake?
Countless people who first laid eyes on the young Boss would inevitably be spellbound by his appearance.
But this girl… she was captivated by a mere piece of cake?
And…
The boy found his gaze fixed on her for several seconds.
Those drowsy, mist-veiled eyes held no trace of pretense, clearly sincere in her words.
He glanced again at his young Boss.
A playful smile curled the young Boss’s lips, still looking dignified and elegant, observing the girl in serene silence.
His black hair shimmered like satin in the sunlight, dazzling and brilliant.
Avira’s attention was entirely focused on the cake.
Her long lashes, touched by the fractured light, were astonishingly beautiful.
It really was an incredibly pretty cake…
She had eaten plenty of cakes in her life, but none as gorgeous as this one. The way it was placed under just the right angle of sunlight created a golden glow, like flecks of gold dust dancing in the air.
And next to it sat a perfectly brewed cup of Earl Grey milk tea.
The tea’s aroma was just right, revealing the skill of the person who made it, as only a seasoned expert could create such a perfect brew…
“Do you want to eat it?”
The boy on the chair watched her, his lips curving into a gentle smile, as elegant and stunning as cherry blossoms floating in the evening mist.
“Can I…?” Avira snapped back to reality at his words, lifting her gaze to meet his.
Her watery eyes held uncertain anticipation, as moist as a fawn’s.
“You can.”
The boy smiled, pushing the cake toward her. His voice was soft, like the fog of early morning, hazy and tender.
Standing nearby, Lucas Luza looked at his young Boss with an incredulous expression.
He had never seen his Boss wear such an expression before.
The young Boss was always aloof and cold, sometimes offering polite but distant smiles, but never one as warm as this…
“Uh… thank you…”
Encouraged by his affirmation, Avira picked up a spoon and took a small, eager bite.
Her eyes seemed to light up all at once as she looked at the beautiful young man across from her. “Mmm… it’s so delicious…”
So delicious, incredibly delicious…
She had never tasted a cake this good before. If it meant eating such heavenly cake every day, she would die happy!
No, she couldn’t die! If she died, she wouldn’t get to eat any more cake!
She decided she must live the most wonderful life possible!
“What’s your name?”
He smiled at her, his deep purple eyes as pure as the full moon in the night sky.
“Me? I’m Avira Nassy… What about you?”
Avira Nassy looked up, her dense black lashes lifting like golden threads catching the light.
“Avira Nassy…”
He murmured her name, and ripples seemed to form in the depths of his eyes. “My name is Asake Bull.”
“Hmm… then, Asa…”
She pursed her lips, pointing to Lucas standing beside him. “Can you sell him to me…?”
“…”
Lucas blinked in shock, turning to stare at Avira.
He found that even with her sleepy expression, there was a touch of seriousness on her face.
“You want him?”
Asake’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hazy mist clouding his gaze, unfathomable.
“Yes.”
Avira Nassy nodded. “Because this cake… it’s amazing… I want him to make cakes for me every day… Um, you can name your price… I really love this cake…”
She noticed Asake watching her and assumed he was upset, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of the idea because the cake was just too delicious.
“Is it not possible?”
Asake stared at her for a long moment, before finally curving his lips into a smile. “No.”
“Oh… I’m really sorry…”
She lowered her eyes, disappointed, and placed the plate aside before bowing politely. “Thank you for the treat…”
“But if you ever want more cake, feel free to come to me.”
As she turned to leave, his voice, laced with a hint of a smile, rang out.
Avira paused, looking back uncertainly, biting her lip. “Really…?”
A faint smile played on his lips, golden light dancing at the ends of his hair like dewdrops, shimmering delicately. “I never lie.”
Avira stared for a moment, then lazily curved her lips into a faint smile.
In that instant, her delicate face looked as beautiful as a flower blooming in the dark night, as if it might vanish in the blink of an eye.
“Thank you, Asa…”
