Chapter 669 - Great Gift (1/2)

”I've found the person who almost ran you over,” said Raka.

Della went straight to ask, ”Who wanted to harm me? Have I ever offended someone on purpose?”

”Dewi,” Raka replied.

Della blinked repeatedly.

Dewi? But why did she intend to harm her? Could it be …

”Why would my mother want to kill me? This can't be…” Della whispered.

”Maybe because you don't want to go home and marry her son. Or for something else? I don't know. You better stay at home and not go anywhere for a while,” Raka stepped forward again, smelling a familiar scent from Della's body.

His face immediately changed when he realized what it was like. ”Are you picking my bergamot?”

Della was stunned by the question. She saw many bergamot trees planted in Raka's yard. She heard from Alin that this was the first time the bergamot fruit was grown this year so Della took the initiative to pick it, using it as a salad for Raka's dinner.

But she did not expect Raka to be this angry.

”S-sir ... I didn't know that the fruit shouldn't be taken,” Della said in a weak voice.

Raka still remembered his first kiss under the bergamot tree. His beautiful past memories were full of Anya.

”How many did you take?” Raka immediately turned around and went out towards the garden.

Seeing that some fruit was still on the tree, he calmed down again.

Della immediately followed Raka towards the garden. She knew she was in big trouble, but she couldn't run anywhere.

She could only face him.

She ran so fast to catch up with Raka, not expecting the man to suddenly stop, making her hit his back hard.

The collision didn't do anything to Raka, he still stood firmly in his place.

Meanwhile, Della staggered backwards while clutching her nose. ”Sorry, I'm sorry ...” She did not see a stone behind her and immediately tripped over her leg.

Raka quickly caught Della so she didn't fall and caught her in his arms.

”Is this your way of throwing yourself into a man's arms?” He sneered.

”I didn't mean it. You are the one who caught me,” Della stuttered to answer.

Hearing her words, Raka sneered again. ”Don't worry, your thin and flat body won't be able to catch my attention. I'm only helping you.”

Della's face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. Why was Raka so mean to her that he had to insult her physically?

After that, Raka let go of her and returned to the dining table.

Dinner had been served on the table and the man only ate in silence.

On the table, there were four kinds of dishes and a soup. Two dishes were made by Alin and the other two were done by Della.

All of Della's dishes contained the bergamot she picked from the garden.

”Sir, I cooked these two dishes and the others are Alin's homemade. How does the bergamot taste?” Della asked carefully.

Raka didn't answer. He took his spoon to ladle the soup. ”Not good.”

”Not good?” Della felt her throat tighten. ”Then, try this one. There used to be a bergamot orange tree in the orphanage where I lived. When I was little, Mrs. Winda often made this dish for me. It tastes really good.”

Raka obeyed Della's words and tasted the dish. It was true that it tasted good and refreshing because it had bergamot in it.

”Mrs. Winda is very good at cooking. But I don't know how things are now,” Della whispered. She wanted to ask Raka to let her meet Winda, but she was too afraid to say it.