“You’ve been rather quiettely, like you’ve be a properdy,” Stefan teased lightly. Although he


    had not spent much time with the woman, her incessant chattering had long made an impression on


    him. However, for the past few days, she had been unusually quiet. Most times, they merely sat


    together in silence, not saying a word to each other. Her voice was starting to sound quite weak as


    well, as if she were a willow in the breeze.


    ‘This is odd. Almost too odd!’


    “That’s because I am a properdy,” Renee replied, her voice exceedingly soft.


    “Mmm, a properdy who knows how to fight a bear. Now I’m really curious as to what you look like.”


    Stefan smirked, his expression stered with a hint of affection that he himself didn’t realize just yet.


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    For some reason, despite having no memories of her, the days he spent with her became rather


    natural, as if they had known each other for a long time. Suchfort and ease made him feel happier


    than when he was with Seraphina.


    If he had stayed initially to find answers, he was now staying with her for absolutely no reason. He


    simply wanted to follow his heart now.


    “Soon, you’ll be able to see what I look like.” Renee stared at the man, who looked much more lively


    now, and her heart filled with hope.


    ‘This is nice, that confident and dignified man is back.’ She was especially happy to see the loneliness


    and despair fade from his eyes.


    As the warm sunlight enveloped the two, and as the clouds drifted by lightly, they had already spent


    half their day away.


    Suddenly, the woman’s eyelids grew heavy. She didn’t think much of it, and figured she just hadn’t slept


    wellst night.


    “I’m going to make some coffee, would you like some?” Renee stood up from her chair and asked.


    “If you’re brewing some yourself, I’d like to have a taste.” The man seemed more than willing to try,


    acting as if they were rather close to each other. In fact, he even listed a bunch of requests. “I’m


    actually quite picky. It’s best if the coffee isn’t hotter than 58 degrees celsius, and I only want two


    teaspoons of sugar. It should be hand-ground as well, so that it maintains its original vor…”


    “Sure, hold on.” Renee responded, somehow listening to the man’s words with a level of patience she


    had never shown in the past.


    She thought to herself with a smile. ‘Oh Stefan, you’re still as difficult as ever!’ However, despite not


    having many culinary talents, after being his wife for so many years, her coffee brewing skills were


    absolutely unmatched.


    Besides that, she had always made coffee with the same type of coffee beans, the same temperature,


    amount of sugar and coarseness in the way he liked. Hence, she was confident that he would be


    impressed by her coffee once again.


    As she arrived at the kitchen in the west wing, Renee took out a small jar of coffee beans from the


    drawer. After that, she opened the lid to the coffee grinder and ced some beans inside, grinding


    them thoroughly.


    Unlike an automated machine, this was a manual wooden coffee grinder. Grinding even a single bean


    would require a lot of strength, but the powder it produced would best preserve the ‘original vor’ that


    Stefan was especially fond of.


    Bzz bzz bzz…