Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 147: Honey And Lemonade

Chapter 147: Honey And Lemonade

Viviana stared at him not knowing what else to do. Here he is... reminding her of Leona, again. It’s not like she’s thinking of Leona out of nowhere. There is something.

He looked at the box and his smile turned to a grin. She could see that he was happy to see her gift. It made her warm.

"Are you going to be the sugar to sweeten me up?" She asked, raising her brows. She then shook her hips and did an arm wave as she spoke in a sing-song voice. "Squeeze me, juice me, run me through a filter, dilute me, and be the sugar for my lemonade, sugar. Or if you prefer, be my honey, honey!" she leaned to him and licked her lips.

Leander stood still for what seemed to be an eternity. He then blinked his eyes. "You’re weird," he said getting the box from her hand. He tried to open the box, but his hands were shaking.

What did she mean? And why did it sound like a call for sex? What’s with the sexy dance?

But he decided not to take her words to mind. Just a minute ago, she was scared to accept a hug from him. She wouldn’t have suggested making love to him.

What a weird one!

He gulped. The movements of her hips... As it played back in his memory, his throat went dry.

"I really want an icy lemonade..." he mumbled and looked back. As he expected, she was not there.

He chuckled. "Sugar or honey?"

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Viviana ran out of the closet covering her face. She had no idea what she said. But she knew one thing.

She made a fool out of herself.

What were you even thinking, Melanie? Squeeze me, juice me... be my honey... Where did all that come from?

Ugh! You’ve lost your marbles! Did you send your last working brain cell on vacation? He could have heard the vacuum in your skull as you babbled nonsense! You’re... You’re a fool! A horny fool!

She ran downstairs as she couldn’t bear to look at his face after the idiotic stunt she pulled. If possible, she wanted to be teleported elsewhere. She found refuge in the kitchen. Leander never comes to the kitchen.

Mary and Martha were talking to her non-stop. She could see that Mary was complementing her hairstyle, but she couldn’t even concentrate. She felt like she was floating somewhere else.

"Are you running a fever?" Martha checked. "It’s not fever. You look flushed though," her smile turned to a tease.

"Get lost! Both of you!" Viviana threw the maids out of the kitchen.

They didn’t want to leave and they tried to tease her more. She had to push them out of there. She didn’t want to sulk the whole day. She decided to learn baking. Maybe she can bake him a birthday cake. For his birthday.

She never tried baking before, but she was told that it’s like chemistry. All you got to do is follow the instructions and keep the measurements right and then you’ll have your cake.

She tried to read the recipe for a simple white cake. She thought she could start from the basics. When she saw "sugar" in the ingredient list, all she could do was sigh.

Her forehead hit the marble counter hard. "Aww!" she raised her head and rubbed her forehead.

This is no good. She just sat on the floor and read the cook book from top to bottom like reading a novel. She liked a lot of recipes there and she wondered what flavor of cake he’s like.

’I love lemon!’

His bright face came to her memory. Maybe she should look more about lemon cakes. She bookmarked one of the recipes, as she had the confidence to pull it off. Maybe she should ask for Mary and Martha’s help and try it first thing tomorrow. His birthday is in a week.

As it turned dark, she started on dinner. She did think of hiding for the rest of the day, but she remembered him saying that he preferred her cooking sitting in that fancy restaurant. She couldn’t help but cook for him.

She decided on hiding after cooking him his dinner. But just as she was finishing up cooking, he came downstairs to the dining table.

"Capo’s here," Mary came running in.

Martha rushed out to set the table. Viviana had no other way to join him in dinner. He was not wearing the shirt she bought for him and had changed to his usual black sweatshirt.

"You haven’t changed yet?" he asked looking at her with disappointment. "Go, take a shower and change. I’ll wait," he said.

Viviana nodded and ran upstairs. She was sweating but she didn’t think that she smelled that badly. She sweats a lot, especially in the kitchen. She would feel better if she changed.

Leander looked at Martha who was standing by the table. "Is the air conditioner in the kitchen not working?" he asked.

The whole house has centralized air conditioning. Why is she always sweating when she’s in the kitchen? He had already told her that she doesn’t have to work that hard in the kitchen.

"Umm, Capo... There is no air conditioning in the kitchen," Martha said with hesitation.

"What?" Leander was surprised.

He needs to talk to someone about this. How could they design without common sense? Who doesn’t air condition the kitchen where it is bound to get hot?

Katerina who was listening to the conversation explained Leander that the designer talked about it and told that it won’t be optimal for recirculating the kitchen air everywhere in the house for one reason or another.

During dinner, Leander told Viviana that she doesn’t have to cook for him anymore.

Viviana was shocked. She tasted her food. It was not that bad. It was almost close to perfection that even she was proud of her cooking. She didn’t know why he doesn’t want her to cook.

"I’ll cook just for myself then," she said holding back her disappointment. She never was fired from a job before and she felt so disappointed.

"You’re not allowed in the kitchen from now on," he said donning his poker face.

Viviana stared at him. "Why?" she asked.

If she is getting fired, she would like to know the reason. That’s only fair, right?

Leander glared at her.