Chapter 246 Lover's Relationship Calls for Slow Interaction
The taste of the toast Alexander had prepared was uncannily similar to her own.
"Is it not to your liking?" he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of distraction.
Victoria really couldn't taste any difference. After all, she had never eaten toast fried by any other man. She lowered her head, feigning dissatisfaction, "Mmm."
"If it's not to your taste, I'll make another," he offered.
Victoria was left speechless.
However, a mere ten minutes later, he returned with a fresh slice, his face etched with disappointment. Sensing his gaze upon her once more, she hastily altered her reaction, "I think it tastes fine this time."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," Victoria affirmed.
"Very well, eat up. Perhaps you could prepare the toast tomorrow morning? I think you could make it better," he suggested.
"Okay."
Finally, he took a seat. Victoria lowered her head again, silently eating the toast he had just fried, making an effort to fill the silence with the soft crunch of her meal. Yet, she couldn't resist stealing glances at him.
He had been watching her intently, seemingly convinced that their toast-making techniques differed.
Did he want to eat the toast she prepared? But why?
Suddenly, a memory from her childhood surfaced. Her father was praising her mother's culinary skills. Her mother was proudly advising her, "Sweetie, if you wish to capture a man's heart, you must first win over his stomach. This adage holds true. Your father has been unable to part from me since he first tasted my cooking." Reflecting on this memory, she found herself studying him once more.
Could it be...?
No, it couldn't be. How could Alexander truly harbor feelings for her, all because of a slice of toast? The idea was ludicrous.
Victoria found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him, her mind a whirl of thoughts. Alexander, however, continued to watch her.
Was she lost in thought? He surmised that she was indeed deep in contemplation.
Was it because he enjoyed the toast she made?
Even he found it difficult to comprehend. He had never been one to favor the same food more than thrice.
Her delicate manner of eating was so captivating that he found himself yearning to sit beside her, to feed her.
After their meal, Victoria made to clear the table, but Alexander was quick to intervene, whisking their plates away. "I'll handle it."
"Let me do it," Victoria protested, doubting his ability to manage such a task.
"I've got it," Alexander insisted, disappearing into the kitchen.
Victoria busied herself with wiping the table. She watched as he loaded their plates into the dishwasher. She considered suggesting hand-washing them but held her tongue. It wasn't her place to instruct him on his own chores.
Alexander took out a box of strawberries from the refrigerator, washing them thrice with meticulous care before arranging them on an elegant plate. Approaching her, he proposed, "Let's go."
"Go? Where are we going?"
"To have some fruit, drink some tea, and watch a movie."
Victoria was momentarily taken aback. If not for the plate of strawberries in his hand, she might have thought he intended to whisk her off to the cinema.
Noticing her hesitation, Alexander made a move as if to lift her. Victoria sprang to her feet, darting outside. Observing her swift departure, he couldn't help but smile. He was determined to win her over, and knew better than to let his temper get the best of him.
They were just beginning their journey together. After all, the relationship of lovers demanded a slow interaction.
With these thoughts in mind, Alexander made his way to the living room, where he found her perched on a solitary sofa. A pang of disappointment hit him, and he gestured toward the larger seating arrangement, "Come sit over here."
"No need. I'm fine here."
She clutched a pillow to her chest, but Alexander effortlessly scooped her up and relocated her to the center of the larger sofa. Then, he leaned over her protectively.
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