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Miya found cooking very therapeutic, especially baking. She also baked two cakes, one looking like an angry dragon and the other a gentle fairy hidden in a little forest.

When Xenon arrived at the dining room, he noticed the cakes first. He was impressed at first, then he looked a bit annoyed and said with a sneer. "A very angry dragon. What is it going to do with the frightened fairy ?"

Miya didn't expect Xenon to interpret her thoughts. Worried, she tried to justify herself
instantly, "Oh, I just had a weird dream about them last night. It doesn't meąn anything."

"Did I say it's supposed to mean anything?" Xenon retorted, his eyes fixed upon hers.

"Ha. No. Well, it's meant to be eaten for sure." Miya replied with a cheeky smile.
Miya sliced the head of the dragon, put it on a plate, and passed it to Xenon. "I hope you like it." She grinned.

Seeing her cheeky look, Xenon seemed less distant. He accepted the cake and forked a bite into his mouth. "Very nice. You will get a reward of one thousand dollars." He commented.

Miya's face lit up. Quickly, she cut a piece of the fairy cake, passed it to Xenon, and said with a grin, "One thousand for one cake and two for two?"

"You know what I really don't like about you?"

Miya pouted her lips and asked, "What is it?", looking at Xenon innocently.

"Always asking for more."

Miya put the cake down, looking apologetic, and said with an awkward smile, "I was just joking. Bon appetit!"

Xenon ate quietly, and Miya watched curiously. "How do you like the food tonight?" she asked tentatively.

"Not bad."

"Ok" Miya was hoping he might say something more encouraging and perhaps even offer another reward. She continued eating without asking more questions. Those that knew Xenon well would know that 'Not bad.' was actually a very positive comment from him, considering how picky and demanding he was. "You seem to like Italian food a lot," Xenon said suddenly.

"Ah. Yeah. It's because of my dad. Dad lived in Italy for some years when he was young, and we used to spend holidays there often. He loved the food, and I grew to love it as well."

Italy? Xenon stared at Miya and asked, "Did you live in City X or lItaly when you were little?"

"City X, of course."

Xenon felt disappointed again. How can she be so similar to the little girl? Five years ago, he confirmed that Sol Keaton was the little girl that saved him. Why am I wasting my time asking her these stupid questions?
Remembering again that Sol had been missing for three years and he didn't even know if she was still alive, he felt disturbed. He quickly finished eating and walked out of the dining room.

Miya sensed his unusual behavior, but she felt relieved that she was now left alone. She took
her time and enjoyed the food.
When she was done, the maid kindly offered, "Mrs. Uba, shall I take you back to your room?"

Thanks, buţ I shall find the way." Miya politely rejected and went upstairs. However, when she got to the second floor, wandering up and down the corridor, she realized that she couldn't recognize her own room. There were about a dožen rooms with the same doors on both sides.
Why do they need so many rooms?! The maids and bodyguards lived in another house. I can't go and ask them! So embarrassing.
Helplessly, she walked up and down the corridor and thought she would just follow her instincts.
This looks like it. She opened one of the doors. No. She heaved a sigh.
She tried another one, went in, and saw that the layout was the same. Aha! I found it. She closed the door behind her and went into the bathroom. However, as she walked in, she saw Xenon coming out of the shower, half-naked, a towel wrapped around his lower torso. Their eyes met, and Miya blushed instantly. She covered her eyes and turned around.
Xenon laughed and walked past her towards the bedroom. Miya wanted to run away, yet she was in a hurry and panic that she stumbled, and as she was falling, she tried to grab onto Xenon to stay balanced. She grabbed Xenon's towel instead, and it fell off Xenon, revealing his naked body.

Miya looked up and saw his perfect body, stunned and embarrassed, she looked away.
"I'm so sorry." She muttered nervously. He's got a perfect figure! Miya couldn't help thinking.

"Come on. You walked into my room intentionally, didn't you? Why? Making out in the car has turned you on, l guess.' Xenon mocked.

"No. I got lost. I thought this was my room." Miya explained.

"At least think of a better excuse!" Xenon snapped. "You went to see Jameson today. Aren't you quick to take action?! What information are you trying to get from me tonight? Perhaps I'm being too nice to you and your mother!" He was angry.

Xenon, I never thought of betraying you. I never will!" Miya defended.

"Put the towel back on me," Xenon demanded.
Miya obeyed. When she was done wrapping it around his waist, she retreated her hands quickly, and her right hand accidentally touched his p*n*s. She gasped and didn't have the guts to meet his stare.

Xenon grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed. It happened too fast for Miya to react. He lay on her, pinning her down. "You are horny one, aren't you?" he mocked. He was as agitated as excited.
Without any kissing , he lifted her skirt up, pulled off her underwear, and thrust straight into her. Miya let out a moan as she held onto him, then she surrendered and gave in. When he finally lay on her still, he saw the naive and innocent look in her eyes. He thought she was pretending. Her eyes, her scent! He couldn't help thinking of the little girl.