Chapter 158 Oswald Can Cook?
It hurts. It hurts a lot. Arrrgggghhhh. So painful. It hurts. What the hell did I do last night to make my whole body hurt this much?
I winced in pain and slowly opened my eyes. Immediately, my eyes swept the room, and I found myself positioned in between Oswald and Wyatt.
Suddenly, the memories of how last night ended invaded my brain fiercely. Immediately, a surge of anger overwhelmed me, and I gnashed my teeth together.
These two! They’re too much. Last night was my first time; can they be more sympathetic and caring? Immediately, I glared at the two.
“Good morning, princess? Something wrong this morning?” Oswald’s lips curved up, and he wrapped his hands around my waist domineeringly. Even without taking a peek, I knew my two alphas were certainly uncladded.
This is certainly dangerous. A big danger. If I am not careful...
Upon hearing Oswald’s question, I immediately threw fierce glares at Oswald and Wyatt. He still dared to ask what was wrong. If it wasn’t for the both of them!
Recalling how I tried to escape from their furious pounding to no avail made me almost want to cry.
“Don’t ask me. Hmph!” I retorted with a cold scoff and turned away from him immediately.
Upon making contact with Wyatt, Wyatt’s lips curved up in that hooliganism manner, making my mood more unpleasant.
My nose wrinkled, and I closed my eyes unhappily. Hmph! They should better think of how to coax me properly!
Oswald suddenly poked my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. He blew warm air into my ear and then bit it, causing me to tremble. He taunted in an infuriating manner, “I say, you are not cute anymore. Where’s the young Filippa who always follows me while calling me elder brother?” He inquired in such a smug tone that made me want to beat him up.
Upon hearing Oswald’s words, my eyes flew wide open, and I turned to him. I knew it. This bastard knew me when I was young, but...
Upon hearing Oswald's complete sentence, my expression changed. I have always been arrogant. What does Oswald mean I always followed him while calling him elder brother? That’s certainly not possible when it comes to a certain jerk.
If I am sure, there’s no way I will see eye to eye with this proud jerk of an alpha. Hmph!
There’s a high chance of me obediently sticking to Wyatt, but for Oswald, that’s no way possible! No way
“You are thinking too much; I certainly do not do that!” I puffed my cheeks and slammed in retort while glaring at Oswald fiercely.
How can I call this jerk, Big Brother? That's not possible!
Immediately, Oswald’s lips raised smugly, and his chin thrust out. “Big brother Oswald, let me go with you to learn alpha duties... Big brother…” Oswald mimicked in a cute and girlish voice that surprisingly sounded like mine when I was little.
My expression changed in horror. It can’t be. No. No, it really can’t be. This bastard is certainly doing this all to get at me. I can’t believe him. I can’t.
I harrumphed and raised my legs in a bid to kick an infuriating someone off the bed, but before I could... “Ahhhh!”
A piercing scream, which was a result of last night's actions, immediately spilled past my lips. “Ah. It hurts. It hurts a lot…”
Upon hearing my sad cry, Oswald and Wyatt sat up, enclosed me in a hug, and stared at me worriedly. “Sorry, baby, what's wrong…”
I sucked in a cold breath and gingerly massaged my back and waist while glaring at them and resisting the urge to cry. “What do you think? If it wasn't because of the both of you. I'm just a beginner; you couldn't have mercy on me. Especially you; you're such a bad jerk.” I exceptionally chided Oswald.
Oswald immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice and gently began to massage me. “Yes. Yes. I'm a bad jerk. Blame it on me,” he acknowledged.
“Come on. Let's take a bath. I'll massage you after. It'll be better.” Wyatt coaxed softly, making me calm down a lot. I nodded in agreement.
Oswald separated from us and conveyed, “I'll go down to prepare breakfast…”
Go down to prepare breakfast? Upon hearing Oswald's words, my eyes flew wide open, and I unconsciously sat up, not paying mind to the pain coursing through me.
My enlarged eyes fell on Oswald in disbelief. “You. You can cook?” I reiterated with an astonished stutter.
I eyed Oswald again. This person looked so unreliable. He really can cook? Staring at his smooth hand, I didn't expect that it could do such things.
“En.” Oswald nodded his head indifferently and leisurely got off the bed.
Upon hearing Oswald’s affirmation, I stretched out my hands toward Wyatt enthusiastically. “Wyatt, I want to watch. Let me see. He looks so unreliable. I don't believe.” I implored Wyatt and immediately stuck out my tongue at Oswald.
It's surprising enough that Wyatt can cook, but Oswald can surprisingly also do so. It's so incredible! My heart really itched to see.
Upon hearing my words, Oswald immediately held his heart with his hand, feigning hurt. “Feisty, can you even pretend to believe me?”
I waved my hand and straightened my back leisurely. “No. I'm afraid doing so will ruin my taste buds. I can't believe you.” I retorted arrogantly
Oswald pulled my cheeks so painfully hard that I couldn't help crying out in a wince.
I puckered my lips in grievance and clung to Wyatt. “Hubby.” I grabbed Wyatt's hand and pointed at the jerk, Alpha Oswald. “He's bullying me.”
Wyatt's lips curved up, and he rubbed my hair endearingly while playing to my antics. “Ignore him. He's a jerk.” Wyatt coaxed me so gently that I couldn't help nodding in agreement.
Ieyed Oswald with feigned disdain. “That's right.” He's simply a jerk.
Oswald's expression changed. “Hey. You two.”
My eyes crinkled and I laughed loudly. Turns out. It turns out that life can be so fun and perfect with both of them.
I'm so glad. I'm so glad. I'm so glad that I get to have and not lose any of them.
Immediately, I ordered Wyatt to bring me toward Zierk's cot. Watching Zeirk sleep so adorably filled my heart with pride. Our baby is so adorable.
I poked his soft cheeks gently before instructing Wyatt to bring me away. Oswald's hand stroked Zierk’s cheeks before we left for the kitchen.
The breakfast ended up being made with Oswald being the lead chef and Wyatt being the supporting one.
Watching Oswald do such a simple chore felt so otherworldly, but the most surprising thing was the delicious aroma that invaded my nose even before the meal was done.
And when I tasted the food, I felt a surreal feeling. My life is so perfect.