Chapter 21: A perfect dessert
"Why is she in the kitchen?" Gabriel frowned, closing the ledger in his hands before lifting his gaze to meet Albus’s.
"To prepare dinner," Albus replied with a slight smile. "My Lord, the young lady cooks exceptionally well. I believe you’ll enjoy tonight’s meal."
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface. "I suppose she’s skilled at household chores too," he murmured, a faint smile playing at his lips.
"Absolutely," Albus affirmed. Then, after a brief pause, he asked, "My Lord, do you intend to marry Miss Amelie in the future? Since you are mates, it might be wise to do so soon."
Gabriel’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a more thoughtful expression. "Amelie needs time to adjust to this kind of life first," he said. "We’ll consider marriage when the time is right."
He was now curious to see how Amelie looked while cooking. "Keep this ledger safe," he instructed Albus before making his way toward the kitchen.
The rich aroma of freshly prepared food filled the kitchen, drifting into the living room and bringing a rare smile to Gabriel’s lips. Drawn by the enticing scent, he made his way toward the kitchen.
As soon as he stepped inside, the maids halted their tasks and immediately bowed in acknowledgment of his presence. Their sudden stillness caught Amelie’s attention, prompting her to turn around. Her gaze met Gabriel’s as he stood at the entrance, watching her with amusement.
"The dinner isn’t ready yet," Amelie said, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"I didn’t come for the food," Gabriel responded. "I came to see you."
Without breaking eye contact, he took slow steps toward her. Then, shifting his gaze momentarily, he issued a single command.