A long table was set with an array of exquisite dishes.
A strikingly handsome man with violet hair stood there, statuesque in his elegance.
Asake had not yet arrived. Avira sat with her hands resting on the table, her legs swinging idly from a beautiful European-style chair. Her wide eyes were fixed longingly on a stunning, intricately decorated cake.
It would be rude to start eating before the host arrived, but… it was so hard to wait. She was so hungry!
“If you’re hungry, the young Boss has said you may begin dining,” Lucas gently reminded her, his observant gaze noting her every expression.
A gentle smile lingered on his lips, exuding a unique, refined charm.
“Hmm…”
Avira lifted her gaze to him, her delicate lips pressing together momentarily before she shook her head solemnly. “No… I’m a very polite person.”
Lucas couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
It was the first time he had seen someone compliment themselves so naturally.
Avira noticed his amused expression and blinked, her own lips curling into a lazy yet sweet smile. “Someday… I want to marry someone like Lucas, someone with lots of good qualities…”
Lucas froze for a moment, his gaze meeting hers without a word.
His expression remained calm and elegant, except… except for the faint blush spreading beneath the strands of his light lavender hair, barely visible near his ears.
“Hmm… Handsome…”
She pouted slightly, counting his good qualities one by one. “Has a nice voice… Drives really well… Good at housework… So tall, you can block the wind… And most importantly…”
Her eyes sparkled like a child who had just received candy, a dazed but endearing look on her face. “You make amazing cakes!”
“…”
Tall enough to block the wind? What kind of compliment is that…? All those other things, and the real focus was the last one?
Lucas sighed inwardly, a helpless smile forming on his face. “Do you dislike doing housework?”
“Mm… I hate it,” Avira answered without hesitation, her wide, watery eyes blinking innocently.
“Doing laundry is awful… Cooking is awful… Mopping the floor is awful… All housework is awful…”
Her soft pink lips puffed out slightly, the action so natural and unforced that it radiated pure innocence.
Housework was so annoying. It wasn’t like fighting, where you could just finish and leave—and even earn lots of money in the process.
“What happens if a girl who hates housework gets married?”
Lucas realized he was having an unusually strange conversation.
Yet, surprisingly, he felt at ease in her company.
It was peculiar. This girl, who possessed such an intimidating aura, could also be so adorably muddled and innocent, with words that constantly defied expectations.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed such a person could exist.
Even knowing how dangerous this girl could be, being near her was unexpectedly reassuring.
“Hmm… That’s easy to handle…”
She leaned her head against the table, her voice soft and drowsy, carrying a hint of sleepiness that made it even more pleasing to the ear. “My husband can do the housework… I’ll make money to support the family… My strength is that I’m really good at making money…”
Lucas looked at her and suddenly gave her a gentle smile.
“An interesting solution.”
At that moment, Avira seemed like an unworldly child, appearing docile and sweet, her beauty pure and serene.
But…
Anyone who had seen Avira’s other side would understand—
This was what made her so irresistibly captivating.
You could never predict her thoughts…
Just as you could never predict Asake’s.
Suddenly, the door opened, pulling Lucas out of his thoughts entirely.
“Young Boss,” he greeted, straightening immediately.
Lucas placed his right hand over his chest and offered a formal steward’s bow to the newcomer—elegant and dignified, his every movement imbued with grace. The faint smile on his lips was more soothing than the gentle breeze of dawn.
The young man wore a black shirt, his serene gaze seeming to brighten only slightly when it landed on her.
In that instant, it was as though all the soft, flowing hues of light converged upon him, creating a vision of ethereal beauty.
“Asake…”
Avira’s eyes lit up as she watched Asake take a seat across from her, elegantly adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. Unable to contain herself, she eagerly picked up her spoon and gave it a small, anticipatory lick. The cake! The cake is here!
