Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 95: Cooking for her

Chapter 95: Cooking for her

Rhea woke up the next morning with a heavy heart and chest discomfort. To her surprise, Draven was not in the room. Thus, she ordered a large breakfast and sweetened tea. However, she finished one plate of food, but right when she was about to start eating another one she suddenly felt nauseous and quickly covered her mouth and ran, half bent over, to a large basin and started to throw up her guts. She felt like her stomach was trying to force it’s way out.

But right at that moment, the door creaked opened, and Draven strode in, all cleaned up and dressed in a black decent attire that emphasized his muscles. He saw Rhea puking her guts out like someone having morning sickness. His expression turned serious as he questioned, "What’s the matter? Why are you throwing up?"

Sarcastically, she replied, "Because I’m pregnant with your baby, you idiot." This sarcastic remark caused a slight twitch in Draven’s face, followed by a deep frown as if he was contemplating something. Rhea finished vomiting and sat on the floor, clutching her stomach. "I...am on my red days, and the discomfort in my chest isn’t making it any better." She murmured softly.

Draven was going to ask what she meant by red days, when his eyes slightly widened as if realizing what she meant. His earlobes slightly turned pink, In this day and age, it was uncommon for a woman to discuss her period with a man who wasn’t her husband. But this girl told him so casually. Wasn’t she taught by her elders to always keep such things to herself?

Draven cleared his throat and strode towards her, he crouched down next to her on the floor and clasped her wrist to check her pulse, his frown deepened even more as he felt her pulse, "The flame has messed up your system, that’s why you’re not recovering as fast as before."

"Hmm," Rhea glanced up at him, "Does this mean I will die? I do not wish to die yet, you_"

Draven gently placed his index finger over her lips, "Quiet, nobody mentioned anything about dying. It is only temporary, the flame will eventually fade away, it hasn’t affected the core that’s keeping you alive."

Only upon hearing that did Rhea relax, but then she realized his finger still lingered on her lips and he continued to hold her wrist. Her cheeks slightly flushed before she swiftly removed his hand and crept back to the bed, "So now I will have to endure the pain in my chest and stomach. Goodness, I simply want to faint right now, my stomach ache is going to kill me!" She exclaimed dramatically, causing Draven to shake his head once again.

Rhea sighed dramatically and reached out to the sweetened tea on the nightstand. However, before she could pick it up, Draven swiftly moved like lighting and grabbed the tea cup. He frowned, "Such tea isn’t good for your condition, yet you still dare to want to drink it in my presence. How reckless."

Rhea looked at him wide-eyed, she then replied in innocent astonishment, "But I like sweet tea in the morning."

Draven gave her a stern look, and without uttering a single word, he grabbed the entire tea kettle and proceeded towards the table where she kept her large morning meal. Methodically, he placed each item on a tray, and then picked up the tray before turning to exit the room. However, Rhea, who had observed his movement, quickly rose from the bed and exclaimed, "That’s my food! Return it to me. I haven’t had breakfast yet. Why are you removing it?"

Draven completely ignored her nor even glancing back at her, he just made to the door, he held the tray with one hand and used the other hand to turn the doorknob. When the door was about to swing close, only then did he turn to look back at her, "Be a good girl and don’t move around, wait for me in bed to return."

Rhea frowned at his words. Her food had been taken away right in front of her, it wouldn’t be her if she idly sat here and waited for him to return. She clutched her chest and hurried after him, "I am not waiting anywhere, I am coming with you!" She chased him to the top of the stairs.

Draven turned back to look at her over his shoulder, while still holding the tray with one hand. He then sighed as he saw her hurrying after him up the stairs, "Suit yourself then." He let her follow him since she seemed to have no issues In walking.

He causally walked into the kitchen with Rhea right on his tail. The moment he entered with a tray in hand, all eyes turned on him. The servants exchanged looks as they watched Draven caution Rhea, "Sit right here until I’m done."

Rhea gave him a questioning look, what was he going to do in the kitchen? She thought, but before she could ask, he had walked away from her side and made towards the plate basin. It wasn’t only Rhea who wondered what Draven was going to do, all the kitchen servants were also looking at him in curiousity.

However, Draven paid no heed to anyone, he dropped the tray and poured the sweetened tea into the basin, before he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and tied up his long hair. Breakfast had just ended, the servants in the kitchen were just idly gossiping. Thus, none of them were using the kitchen yet and only watched him do his thing.

Draven walked into the small room where pots and pans were stored. He brought out a small pot and a kettle, the pot containing brown rice. He rinsed the rice in the basin, then added water, before setting it on the fire.

Was he cooking for her? Rhea thought in bemusement as she watched him. He brought out some chicken, his hands moved like an expert as he washed the meat.

Rhea’s jaw fell slacked as she saw the knife In his hand rapidly chopping on the board. He minced the meat with a few ginger and mushrooms. He then set up another fire, where he boiled water in the kettle, he added tablespoons of raspberry dried leaves to the tea strainer. He then poured the boild water over the leaves, then covered it up.

Draven’s attractive face appeared completely engrossed in his cooking, capturing the attention and admiration of even the kitchen servants. It was uncommon for a man to prepare a meal for his woman, and seeing Draven do it for Rhea filled them with envy, leading to hushed conversations among themselves.

"I wish my husband looked and cared for me like he does for her."

"The lady is truly fortunate to have a man like him. He’s both handsome and skilled, just look at his hands. Oh, how I wish I had someone like him."

"I wonder if he’s as easily swayed as the other men who frequent this place. I haven’t seen him show interest in any of the girls here. He’s always by his woman’s side, but then all men are the same, it wouldn’t be hard to..."

The servant who spoke hesitated as Rhea’s piercing gaze met hers. Rhea stared at them intently, aware of the whispers and feeling unsettled by them. She knew that even the servants in this establishment were well-versed in flings.

The servants quickly left the kitchen, feeling the weight of Rhea’s unwavering stare. It was as if she silently warned them against even considering seducing Draven. He was not the type to be easily seduced. It wasn’t that she was jealous or anything, she simply wanted to spare the girls the trouble of pursuing someone as aloof as Draven, or so she told herself.

Rhea resume to watch Draven as if she hadn’t just scared the servants away with her gaze. He causally stirred the porridge. It wasn’t a surprise that he knew how to cook, after all, he’d spent twenty years in the human land, and lived as Jurian in the border town, where there were no servants in the mansion. Furthermore, he had to care for old lady Lila, he must have learned how to cook there.

She watched him stir the porridge from behind. At some point, while watching him, her thoughts began to drift, she recalled comparing Draven and Valen. Even when wielding pots, Draven looked elegant. Now even if Valen dashed himself up in gold attire, he’d never catch up to Draven’s handsome and sharp profile. Rhea couldn’t help but smile at her own thoughts.

"Draven, if you were a woman, I’d have gladly married you and taken you home as my wife." She blurted out those words without thinking.

Draven, who had been immersed in stirring the porridge stopped abruptly, almost burning himself in the process. Even the porridge in the pot couldn’t mask his shock, he turned his head and shot her a pointed look. "You speak nonsense at times, little girl. You can only be entitled to say such words if you were a man." He said flatly and continued to stir the porridge.

Rhea scornfully replied, "Who could possibly treat you better than I would if you were a woman?"

Draven responded with a look that clearly conveyed, "I have made my point, you continue to be delusional," before refocusing on stirring the porridge. The enticing aroma wafted smoothly from the pot as he stirred. Subconsciously, Rhea moved towards Draven, sniffing the air like a dog. She positioned herself next to him and exclaimed, "Hmm, it smells delicious!" Leaning over his arm, which was immersed in stirring the porridge, she gazed at the bubbling mixture with wide eyes. "You didn’t add much, but it still smells this good. You’re amazing!"