Chubby Lady - Chapter 6
He was completely different. His eyes were full of unexplained sadness towards Elena. Wood made Elena shudder, but strangely she wasn’t scared.
“It’s not like that. I know that the Count is someone who can be kind enough to servants, but… but… I was just a little surprised because it was an undeserved treatment for someone like me. I’m sorry.”
“Have you seen me before?” “I always saw you when you came to Bacchus with the other knights.” “How was it? My appearance.” “I always thought you were a good person. You were always kind to the people you worked with, and… full of pure curiosity.”
Elena’s stuttering answer and looking into her eyes, made her thirsty. As she lifted the glass of water to quench her burning thirst, unbelievable words came out of Wood’s mouth. “This must not be the first time you’ve seen me at Bacchus, but you don’t remember at all.” “…yes?” “I’ve been watching you for a long time. So I brought you here on my will.” I wonder what the count is talking about. “It’s okay, even if you don’t remember. I remember you very clearly.”
Startled by his unexpected words, Elena unknowingly dropped the glass she was holding to the floor. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the dining room. Reflexively, Elena rose from her seat and hurriedly picked up the broken glass with her gloved hands. “I’m sorry. I was so surprised…” Wood, who was sitting across from her, hurriedly approached and grabbed Elena’s wrist. It happened in an instant when his large hand lightly grasped the thin, gloved hand. Elena’s heart pounded for fear that he would discover the unsightly scar on the inside of her glove. His eyes were intense, as if he would peel off her gloves at any moment.
“Elena, you don’t have to do this anymore. It’s possible. Leave it for others to clean up.” “Count…” “It’s thin, your hand, when seen from a lot of distance.” “It would be okay if I gained a little weight.” Fortunately, he didn’t take Elena’s gloves off. Even so, Elena’s cheeks, unable to do this or that while holding her hands, turned redder than red petals.
From the next day, Wood treated Elena as if nothing had happened that evening. But every time they run into each other, they are persistent.
Sometimes his obstinate gaze made Elena bewildered. She was curious about what he meant when he said that it was not the first time they had met at Bacchus and that he had been watching her for a long time, but she didn’t have the courage to ask. The look in his eyes sometimes choked her, but she felt comfortable working as a formal chef in Wood’s manor kitchen. As the daughter of a fallen aristocrat, she lived a comfortable life that was incomparably better than when she lived in a relative’s house and was abused, or when she stood and worked all day at Bacchus. There was nothing to do but prepare Wood’s meals twice a day, early in the morning and early in the evening. As she felt comfortable and relaxed, her skinny cheeks grew fat, and the color of her white face turned red. In her spare time, she devoted herself to culinary research.
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