Chapter 265 - 258. Flowing Water
"It’s fascinating," Zein commented while fiddling with a box of berries on the kitchen island--the kitchen island they used to fuck last night.
"What is?"
"That you’ll be good at house chores," Zein stroked the marble surface that had been wiped clean. Even the floor looked meticulous, and all his discarded clothes were already in the dryer. All before Zein even woke up.
And the man was supposed to be a prince?
Bassena, who was in the middle of cutting the ingredients for their breakfast--lunch?--chuckled. "My worldview changed after spending months on the top floor. I realized people need to have basic life skills to survive."
"The last trial, huh?" Zein rolled the blueberry between his fingers--he didn’t have those basic skills, but he still survived somehow. "I’m telling you now, but I know nothing about chores."
It might sound weird, that someone who fitted the ’Young Master’ vibe to the T was better at chores than someone who lived their life in poverty like Zein. But in truth, people needed to have basic necessities first to be able to afford basic life skills. Because how could Zein be good at cooking when he barely had any food? How could he be good at house chores when he barely had a house?
"Why? Do you expect me to ask you to do it?" Bassena glanced at the guide who was savoring the fruit in his mouth, and smirked.
"I don’t know; maybe--" Zein tilted his head, propping his cheek with the heel of his palm. "I don’t know what people expect when their partner moves in,"
The chopping motion paused as Bassena digested the forgotten fact that yes, Zein was supposed to move in, that they were supposed to start living together. In fact, if it wasn’t for this whole debacle caused by the Saintess, Zein would have had the time to pack and move in today.
Ah, that damn woman--the slicing sound suddenly became rougher as if Bassena was trying to murder the beef instead of mincing it.