My Lady Chef novel Chapter 38

Belmont's POV:

I felt like someone punched my chest because I had a hard time breathing as I beheld the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

Even the current belle never made me feel this giddy.

Goddess above, she was beautiful!

Her lovely face was stained with pink upon seeing me as she bowed gracefully before me. I have never seen such perfection in a single woman. Her blonde beauty rivals that of the fabled Fey Queen Titania.

"I am sorry, milord. A servant told me to go through here as a shortcut to my destination and I seem to have made a wrong turn somewhere." she looked confused from the frantic way her lovely blue-green eyes darted from one place to another. "Do you think you can help me find the Duke of Aisenburg's s quarters Milord?"

Aisenburg?

This lovely creature is looking for Ezran?

which means...

"Milady, Are you by any chance..?"

before I could say something, an agonized scream came from the royal kitchen. Instinctively I knew something was going on to go horribly wrong today.

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Ely's POV:

When I heard a scream from the nearby building, I saw the handsome silver-haired man turn back but then he stopped and looked at me with troubled light blue eyes.

"Milady, I will call a servant to show you to Ezran's quarters but I have to go." He said politely before he bowed and ran away.

Since he calls my husband by his first name, I figured he would not be angry if I just follow him right?

So I trailed after him until I was in a room that looked like every professional chef's dream. There were stoves and ovens all lined up on both sides. Numerous Bug counters where one can prep a large amount of food and cooking stations at the back where I heard sizzling sounds and a symphony of someone commanding the other chefs.

It took me back to the times when I was able to do those things. Those were hectic and busy times but I was always with a smile whenever my team finished work.

I hid behind one of the ingredient shelves as I listened to a rather rotund chef who was scolding a younger cook and a ruined pile of cake at his feet.

The silver-haired man looked positively different. His aura was cold as he spoke but they were too far away for me to hear but from the way, the fat chef was pointing jerkily at the younger one and then at the cake.

I surmised that they were all upset because of a ruined dessert.

Curiously, I went nearer and heard their voices more clearly this time.