194 Making Cakes


    Rosalind felt like a fool. For some reason, she felt like a child that had been bribed by some candies. He told her about cakes and she just... stopped asking questions!


    She wasn''t exactly sure why she did that.


    "I can''t do it," she grumbled. She came in here, thinking she could eat the most delicious cake ever, but instead, that man told them to bake the cake instead.


    Rosalind tried cooking in the past, in fact, she was very good at it. But she did not try to do any baking— especially not for a man like Lucas.


    "I really cannot do it," she repeated. Apparently, she was going to bake a cake for him and he was going to make a cake for her. This idea was supposed to increase their affection for each other.


    What affection? These things were going to make her crazy.


    First, she knew that Lucas could make some delicious desserts, this alone was enough to intimidate her. Second, even in her past life, she was not that confident in making desserts as she focused her attention on cooking really delicious food that Jeames liked. In the past, Jeames did not exactly like desserts and thought that they were for children.


    Naturally, she did not learn how to make something that Jeames did not like.


    "There is no need for something extravagant," she heard him say. He was calmly stirring something that she did not recognize. "I do not have such a delicate pte."


    That only made her want to cry inwardly.


    She knew he was lying.


    How could a Duke not have a good pte for food?


    How could she feed him trash?


    She stared at the mess of a batter in front of her. She wasn''t even sure if the taste would be alright. She already put it in the mold and that man would now take care of the rest.


    She looked at Lucas''s table and once again turned frustrated when… she saw him make something colorful. Unable to control herself, she slowly moved towards him.


    "What are those?" she asked.


    "Petals."


    "Petals? From flowers?"


    "I made it."


    She blinked.


    "You can make petals?"


    "It''s as easy as cutting off a head. Is it not?"


    Again, she blinked. What… was so easy about cutting off heads?


    She pursed her lips and continued watching.


    "Are you done?"


    "Yes."


    "What about some decorations?"


    She cleared her throat. "I decided to put some fruit on it."


    "Oh… "


    "How are you so good at making something like this?" He was now slicing what looked like jelly, but he was silencing it into small little pieces.


    "It wasn''t that hard. If you live long enough."


    "You should be twenty-four no?"


    "I should be," he looked at her. "Is there aw that states, someone who is good with the sword cannot make desserts?"


    "It''s not that. It''s just… how?"


    "It keeps me rxed," he answered.


    "And tired?"


    "I supposed."


    "Your wife is going to be the luckiest woman on this continent," she whispered.


    He nodded and absentmindedly said, "I agree."


    "…"


    After a few minutes, the man from earlier, whose name was Antolin, came back and informed them that it is time for them to do their couple massages.


    This time, Rosalind felt the need for this massage and did notin. She realized that she should stopining about having her body seen when she was actually an older woman inside a younger body. She was already married in her past life. Meanwhile, this was the Duke''s first marriage.


    It should not be her who would feel awkward but him!


    Antolin led them to a room with what looked like paper walls and it already had two mattresses in the room. The smell ofvender and probably mint met her senses. It was calming and rxing.


    However, something about it did not feel right.


    She frowned and looked at Lucas. He must have felt her gaze as he turned to stare at her.


    ''Did he notice something?'' She asked inwardly.


    "This is Catya and Pacita. They are going to give you the best massage that this ce has to offer," Antolin said as the two women inside the room bowed. Both women were dressed in ck robes, their faces looked delicate, especially without any makeup on. They looked much younger too.


    "I want a man," Lucas said. To Rosalind''s surprise, Antolin quickly agreed and called someone named Yohan.


    Yohan was a thin guy with the face of a woman. This time, the Duke agreed.


    "My name is Catya," the woman with long ck hair said. "I will be of your service today. Let me help you with your clothes."


    Rosalind nodded, however, just as Catya was about to touch her spatial bag, Rosalind grabbed her hand.


    "I am leaving it on."


    "But Miss, we need to remove your clothes, except for the undergarments."


    "This is an undergarment," Rosalind said.


    "Since you insist then…"


    Rosalind nced in the Duke''s direction. He already removed his clothes without the help of Yohan. He left his white pants on as he walked towards one of the beds. Again, she nced at his naked upper body. He looked like a sturdy rock— a scarred sturdy rock.


    She could not help but nce at his sword and… spatial bag. Is he nning to leave it there?


    Rosalind was so engrossed in her own thoughts that the next thing she knew, she was only wearing her thin chemise. Her lips thinned as she walked towards the other bed. Luckily, it seemed that he was not paying any attention to her. Instead, he instructed Yohan to start the massage.


    Rosalindid down on her stomach.


    "Rx…" she heard Catya''s voice behind her. "This is something that you should enjoy."


    However, her words only made Rosalind realize that something is wrong. She frowned.


    Poison.


    She was certain that there was some sort of poison in the air!


    She immediately looked at the Duke.


    ''Calm down," she heard him speak inside her head. ''Let them do what they are about to do.''


    About to do?


    Rosalind bit her lower lip. Are they nning to kill her? Rob her wealth? Or both!?