Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 148: A New Side

Chapter 148: A New Side

Leander glared at her. There was no change in his expression. Viviana saw Mary who was standing behind Leander stifling her laughter.

What is going on?

"You can’t!" he said, firmly.

He’s the one who is going to lose a lot if she doesn’t cook. But he cannot accept that she is toiling herself in the kitchen for him. He can go back to eating those boring food he always ate if it meant she could rest.

But his attitude made Viviana mad. She liked cooking. And more than anything she liked cooking for him. He cannot suddenly take it from her.

"You can’t forbid me from entering the kitchen. I won’t agree even if you kill Mary!" she pointed at Mary.

The smile on Mary’s face vanished and her face went pale.

Leander raised his brows. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She’s showing this silly side of hers today. And his heart melted seeing her acting cute with him. She was not afraid of him.

"Oh, really?" he banged the table feigning anger. He needs to stop her from suffering.

His plate almost toppled over as he hit the spoon. He didn’t care because he had already finished eating.

"Yes, really!" she banged the table.

"Finish your food first," he pointed at her plate.

Viviana glared at him. He gestured at her plate and she started to stuff the food into her mouth. Mary and Martha looked at each other and shrugged. They could see that something has changed between them.

"I’m done..." Viviana stood up. She picked up her plate and walked to the kitchen. "I am going into the kitchen. I walking... I’m walking to the kitchen...Stop me!" she said with a smirk.

"This b*tch!" Leander stood up from his chair and the chair toppled over.

Steve who was standing in the foyer heard the sound of the crashing chair and came running in. Martha and Mary watched in horror as Leander ran at Viviana.

*Scree*

Viviana, with no shame, screeched like a banshee and ran to the kitchen. Everyone in the house covered their ears unable to handle her scream. Leander, the only unbothered person, ran behind her. Viviana quickly tried to close the door. But with just a push, he opened the door.

He leaned on the door with his hand and with his other hand on his hip looked at her with a smirk.

Viviana’s lips trembled. She placed the plates on the counter and pressed her lips.

Can he carry her out of the kitchen? He can!

Will he? Yes!

"I love cooking. You cannot stop me," she said pointing at him. "This..." she pointed down at the floor. "... will be the hill I die on!"

Leander let out a deep breath. He did wonder if she does it out of obligation or some other weird thought that runs through her mind. But it appears that she really doesn’t mind cooking.

He sighed, giving up.

As always, its’ going to be he who will be changing his mind. He looked around. This is the first time he entered the kitchen. It could have been bigger and airier. Even the window was small.

Why does a house this big has this small a kitchen?

He decided to talk to someone about adding a separate air conditioner for the kitchen. Maybe a split AC, or a window AC. If she loves to cook and he loves her cooking, then they are on the same page, right?

Why go on the wrong page when he can make her comfortable while letting her do what she likes to do?

He calmed down reaching that decision.

Viviana observed him. He looked like he had calmed down. But he might not be actually calm. So, she watched him quietly.

Leander’s attention turned at Viviana again. With her short hair, and the relaxed clothing, she looked more homely. She was not wearing slippers either. She rarely wears slippers inside the house. She just struts around in bare feet.

He didn’t know why seeing her bare feet made his heart skip a beat. Looking at her, in his kitchen, bare feet, he felt like she is his. Like his, for real.

She is his wife! It’s not just a dream. It’s for real.

"You want to continue cooking?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded. She could sense that he had caved and that made her happy.

Ah... Look at that proud smirk on that face...I know how to wipe that away...

"Then make me a lemonade." He did the same arm wave she did. "Squeeze me some lemons, tangy, sour lemons... and icy cold water," he said with the same sing-song tone and puckered his lips.

Viviana’s face went bright red.

"Sugar..." he continued his song. "Or if it is honey you prefer, add some~"

"Oh, enough!" Viviana covered her face with her hands.

"Honey, honey... Give me some lemonade, honey..." he continued.

Viviana wanted to bury herself to escape this embarrassment.

What is he doing? Why isn’t he stopping?

Viviana might have become voiceless out of embarrassment, but everyone else in the house had become silent out of surprise.

Steve could not believe his eyes and ears. He saw with his own eyes, his boss running behind a woman not to kill her but to play with her.

Is that really Capo singing and dancing in the KITCHEN? What is happening?

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"When are you going to stop typing, Nellie?" the manicured nails that were painted red pulled the robe of the man leaning on the headboard of the bed. "Can’t you see me waiting for you?"

The husky, inviting voice of the woman caused butterflies in Lionel’s stomach. He closed his laptop and turned to look at the woman lying at her side. Her robe was not even tied properly, and he could see her cleavage and those voluptuous bosoms clearly.

His throat went dry.

He placed the laptop on the nightstand and slid down on the bed and lay facing her. His bony finger hovered over her sternum, not touching it. When the tip of his finger touched the lapel of her robe, he pulled it with his finger and leaned into her face.

"Brie..." he whispered over her red lips.