21 Chapter 21: Ism sleepy (1/2)
The butler served the dishes in the dining area. Laurice was hesitant at first but the moment she smelled the aroma of the food, she suddenly felt hungry her mouth instantly watered.
Her eyes swelled when she saw the table filled with sumptuous dishes. There was a steaming lamb stew which is according to the butler a traditional irish stew, colcannon which is also an irish dish that pretty much resembles that of a potato mash only with kale and spring onions, and a pub salad with a tangy tarragon dressing.
She gulped.
'Looks yummy! and hearty!'
Sid was pleased to see the look on her face and immediately pulled her a seat on the table. He was feigning his hunger from the beginning but looking at the woman beside him with her bright and shiny eyes he was starting to feel hungry himself.
He just could not decide what is it he was actually craving for.
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Laurice was surprised with the sudden gesture and thanked him rather shyly.
'Oh! What a gentleman!'
She wasn't aware that another person was in fact more surprised than she was. Butler Han was starting to feel giddy from his young master's actions. He did not expect him to be such a gentleman especially towards the woman. Back at the villa, he has already seen some differences from his young master but thought it was just out of respect and a way to appease his son and that he was only being hospitable to a guest but now that he was seeing another side of his young master, he was starting to realize that the man has really become quite odd but absolutely gentle and caring and may be a little too bold, towards Laurice. Only towards Laurice.
The butler thought the man was indeed interested with this beautiful woman.
'Oh! He had finally found the answer! He will inform the madam right away! Such good news and great luck indeed!
He thought that finally atleast one of the brothers was beginning to show some interest with the opposite sex. He sure hopes to be able to help the madam plan their wedding soon!
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On a certain part in Dublin, Capital of Ireland.
An old but beautiful woman was doing her early morning yoga routine sneezed three times in a row.
'Who is it? Who's cursing me? Ruining my zen time.'
If only the woman knew about a particular butler's good news, she might forget doing yoga for the rest of her life and book a flight back home immediately.
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Back at Woodville Homes.
Both Laurice and Sid was eating quite happily on the table while chatting. It seemed Laurice was indeed a food enthusiast and could not help but keep asking him about traditional irish cuisine. Sid might not be a good cook but atleast he knows his roots well so he was able to respond to her queries.
”Can you teach how to make these?” She asked while pointing at the dishes. ”And more?” Her eyes was pleading as she bit her lower lip.
Sid really likes it everytime the woman bite her lips whenever she was getting shy or nervous and excited. Her eyes will always complement those feelings.
It was rather cute and he did not find it annoying at all.
He was even getting curious if she was actually the clingy type when in a relationship.
When he thought of her being in previous relationships already, he was somehow feeling remorseful and envious.
His eyes deepened.
Sid cleared his throat and said, ”You can come at the villa if you want to. I'll have the chef arrange a special demo for you.”
'So smooth young master, why don't you just let her live at the villa to save us all the trouble. Everybody happy.'
An eavesdropping butler was chanting inwardly.
”I'd love to! Thank you!” Laurice said happily, her eyes were gleaming. She did not realize that her agreeing will not only let her learn how to cook irish in the future but will also make her indebted to the man himself with a high price forever.
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The two finished off their meal and Laurice insisted on washing off the dishes herself but the servants did not allow her so and just took charge of it and even handled the sorting of the groceries themselves. They just asked her to rest a bit together with the young master at the back porch instead.
Laurice could not refute and could only sigh in submission. She went out of her way to the back porck after she bid her thanks to the servants.