My Lady Chef novel Chapter 76

Ezran's POV:

This scent...

It reminds me of my wife.

We were marching back to Guthrie after dismantling our camp when Oswald pointed out that there were 2 groups of wagons on the road to our camp.

I remember that the rations team was supposed to make their delivery this week but then a familiar scent made me ride towards the group.

It has been almost half a year since I left my wife and somehow I can smell that unique scent I always seem to love whenever my nose nuzzled her bare skin.

But all I saw was the Lady Lorelei, who frequently helped out the ration team her father sponsors and then...

There is Lady Lorax.

My eyes stopped and glared at my former lover in silent annoyance. Ever since I ended things with her; she still sends me love letters that I burn without hesitation.

And just when I thought that she had given up, the brazen girl had the gall to show up before me?

I have done everything I can to dissuade her. Why is she here again?

I ignored her and got off my new Emyu who shook its neck and feathers.

I walked towards the Lady Baristani, whose pretty face paled as I got closer so I stopped at a distance so that she would not faint.

"Lady Lorelei. Thank you for responding to our letter for more rations. Your men must be exhausted. Allow us to accompany you back to our new camp" I bowed and a certain scent tickled my nose again so I sharply raised my head. "We have moved our men into Guthrie Castle to establish a base and we were in a hurry so we were not able to warn your father about the change of location. This is why we have come in person to accompany you to our new stronghold."

"I-It would be a pleasure, Your Grace." she curtsied. "An-and it is no problem. please lead the way."

I saw another shadow behind her who also bowed to me. The scent became stronger and I approached the woman behind Lady Lorelei and caught her before she could back out.

I scarcely notice Lady Baristani inching away from me, my gaze was on the young woman who stood still and refused to look at me.

"Lift your head and look at me," I growled menacingly.