Remarkable Night

Remarkable Night


When Vagamound came out of the kitchen, he saw the little figure who was rummaging around the room.

“What are you looking for?”

“Hum, I'm just looking around to see if I can find any charger here.“ I pushed the strand of hair blocking my face and turned my head to him.

Wow.

My eyes widened, looking at the man who was wearing a black apron.

How come he looks so hot in an apron?

Vagamound shook his head when he heard the girl's inner thoughts.

“There should be a charger back in the car. I will go get it for you once we are done eating.”

“Okay.” I watched as he strode towards the dining table, placing the tray in his hand down while transferring the food on it onto the table.

“Did you make this?” I was astonished to see the perfectly crafted meal on the plate, which looked like it was made by a five-star chef.

He put the tray away and pulled out the chair in front of him. “Come sit here.”

“Thank you.” I sat down and marveled at the delicious aroma coming from the meal.

Vagamound walked back into the kitchen and took off his apron before coming outside, taking a seat in the chair before me.

“How did you make all this?” I asked again.

“I learned the recipe from the internet. Why don't you try it and tell me what you think?” He gestured at the utensils next to my plate.

“Alright.” I picked up my fork, digging it into the plate of pasta before me.

Vagamound began to feel antsy as he watched me put the pasta into my mouth.

“How's it? Is it good?”

“It's so good.” I lifted my hand, giving him a thumbs up.

The creamy texture, the seasoning, everything is just so good. My taste buds seemed to be opened to a new world as they screamed in excitement.

Wow, this is so delicious.

I happily took another forkful, my eyes squinting in delight as I chewed.

“I'm glad you like it.” A warm smile appeared on his lips. He reached for the bottle of non-alcoholic wine and opened the cork before pouring the wine into the two glass cups on the table.

“Cheers.” I picked up my glass and clinked with him.

The dinner was spent in a remarkable mood.

Vagamound cleared away the dishes once we were done eating.

“Ahh.” I yawned out loud, feeling my eyelids getting heavy. “I'm so sleepy.”

“Let's go to the main room and take a shower before going to bed.”

“Alright.” I climbed the stairs hazily and then arrived at the door of the main bedroom.

The interior of the main bedroom was filled with luxury and romantic decor. Thankfully, there were no red flowers scattered across the bed, which made it easy for me to jump into the bed once I was done showering.

After getting into the warm shower, the sleepiness in my eyes cleared away a bit.

Minutes after, I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe. My wet hair had already been blown dry using the dryer in the bathroom. However, my cheeks remained flushed due to the aftermath of spending a long time in the shower.

As I walked into the room, I realized that there was another person inside, who seemed to be waiting for me.

My heart shook when I met his gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

“Belia.” Vagamound stood up from the edge of the bed; he sat and walked towards me in three strides. “You look so beautiful tonight.” His thick arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against his. He lowered his head, bringing his nose to my neckline, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good.”

My breath caught up in my throat at his actions.

“I'm feeling so sleepy. How about we do it tomorrow?” I tried to reason as I pushed myself away from his embrace.

Vagamound put his hands down, his tone softening. “I know I couldn't control myself last night but I promise to be very gentle this time.”

His voice held an invisible allure and I couldn't help but find myself giving in to his words. “Alright.”

His face instantly brightened and he leaned downward, lifting me into his arms.

“Ah.” I let out a low yelp as I swiftly wrapped my hands around his neck.

He moved towards the bed and gently placed me on it.

As our eyes met, a smile appeared on his lips and he leaned down to my right, whispering into my ears. “I love you so much, Belia.”

“Oh, that tickles.” I giggled, feeling his warm breath caressed my ear.

He moved his face to the side and soon, his soft lip pressed against mine.

Outside of the window, the roaring wave slammed across the rocky shores, shrouding the ambiguous sounds that slipped out of the room.