My Lady Chef novel Chapter 27

Ezran's POV:

I was right.

My wife seems to love the Lamb Stew with Spicy Rice dish we ate for supper at that exotic restaurant.

We attracted a lot of attention because it was not every day they see the new Duchess of Aisenburg dining with her husband.

But the way she seems to savor the complex spices inside the dish as she ate and enjoyed every bite was worth seeing.

Most females abhor strong tasting foods but it seems like we both love spicy cuisine. Thanks to that, we managed to enjoy each other's company and talked about a lot of things.

My wife even mentioned her father and brothers and it seems like she wanted to see them for the wistful tone of her voice. I did mention to Baron Beaucamp that he may visit Aisenburg Mansion when he recovers enough to travel and settles his affairs on his estates while he was absent.

I will have to pen another missive to ask when he is available for a visit or ask him to send letters to cheer my wife up.

As for her two brothers. I will have to send them letters as well. According to her, Her elder brother was sent as part of the Fourth Prince's Army while her younger brother was sent as part of the mage knight unit under Viscount Orsino's command.

What were their names again? Ah yes. The Baron mentioned one was named Yusef and the other was Dhante.

My duchess was in her room now, being bathed by her maid. She looked exhausted but the happy smile on her face somehow alleviated my worries that in my selfishness to have her to myself, I may have caused her discomfort.

After a quick bath, I wrote three letters and addressed them to each of the Beaucamp males, and stamped it with my own personal seal.

One of the manservant that was near my door knocked as soon as I rang my room bell.

"Make sure Milford send these by carrier falcon tonight," I instructed him and he trembled before taking the letters.

As I closed my door. I heard muffled laughter from my wife's room; the excited sounds were soon replaced by hushed voices whispering and I heard my wife sounding nervous followed by the rustle of clothes being put on.

I waited by the connecting door, listening to my wife's voice; somehow just hearing her dulcet tones mixed with an energetic laugh never fails to make me aware of her presence.

I heard the main door to her room open and close before I realized that I was holding my breath.

Once again, I was wondering whether I should even come in.

The last time I hesitated, I regretted it. At least my wife tried to come to me but females should not have to seek out their mates.

My ancestor would have flamed me for making my woman feel so insecure and lonely.

But it also clashes with my promise to wait until she agrees to sleep with me again. Because I am sure that when my hands touch her soft flesh or feel her sweet warmth.

I might just lose control and just take her.

The swift arousal that followed those thoughts shocked me. I do not get easily aroused but just the idea of my wife waiting on the other side in a flimsy nightgown and robe.

The reaction of my lower body was immediate.

I reached out to open the door. The moment I opened it, she was there in front of me; her hand frozen in the air as if to open the door knob on her side.

She was wearing her robes but underneath was a rather erotic kind of nightgown. Usually, female nightgowns are shapeless halter tops but this certain design used braided ribbons that went under her breasts, pushing it up like ripe melons. The pleated texture looked like wrapping paper with lacework that made her look like a piece of dessert.

I involuntarily swallowed as our eyes locked with each other.

Then she laughed, her shoulders shook as her limbs wrapped around her stomach. Her cheeks were flushed, her loose hair bounced as her eyes sparkled in the firelight.

A reluctant chortle escaped me and we both tried to stop laughing but whenever we attempt to be serious; she would giggle and I would snort as I try to halt my mouth from smiling.