Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia King's Innocent Mistress: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 19

No one was talking between the young master and I while we were inside his car on our way back to the Denmarks’ mansion. “Where have you been?” Mia asked Young master Henry the moment we stepped out of the car. I waited for them to enter the mansion first before I started running until I reached our room. I locked the door and hid under my blanket as tears started cascading down my cheeks. The sound of my sobs muffled by the fabric of the blanket. Why did the young master do that? Why did he kiss me even though he already has a fiancée? What should I do now? If the Denmarks find out about that, they will surely kick us out of their mansion. Or maybe I should talk to the young master again. Maybe I should ask him not to tell anyone about what happened. But he is the one who did it, why does it sound like it was my fault when I didn’t want what happened? Will Mia believe me if I tell her that it was the young master who kissed me if she ever finds out about it? For sure

"Look at that, Elodie! That dress really suits you!" Ella cooed as soon as I stepped out of the fitting room wearing the read off-shoulder dress that she chose for me."I-I don't really think this suits me, Ella. I-I don't feel comfortable wearing it..." I said while trying to pull the hem of the dress down, so it will cover my legs more.Ella shook her head and walked towards me. "You know what? You're just not used to it yet. For sure when you finally get a boyfriend, you'll get used to wearing more revealing clothes. You know boys like it when you wear clothes that show a little bit of skin.""I don't want a boyfriend, Ella.""You're just saying that because you haven't found him yet. Why don't you try and go on some blind dates?"I shook my head. "No need. I am not interested in finding a boyfriend. I have more important things to do.""You always say that. Oh, Elodie. Don't blame me if you end up growing old alone."I just smiled at Ella and was about to step inside the fitting r

ELODIE’S POVI still can’t erase those words the young master said to me yesterday.“It looks like you think about that kiss all of the time.”Do I really look like that? My cheeks burn just remembering it. Well, I avoid him because I do feel awkward whenever he’s around, but that kiss… I’ve been trying to erase it from my mind. I try my best every single day to finally get rid of that memory.Elodie, stop thinking about that kiss now.What’s important is that I will never try to avoid the young master again. I’ll just act as if nothing happened. That’s right. In that way, he would be able to ignore me, too.I kept on mumbling to myself while walking, clutching my recipe folder to my chest. The rain made me late for my pastry practical, so I cut through the Medicine building. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m Culinary Arts. But Chef Dorman locks the kitchen at 7:50 and it’s 7:35.Just act normal. Like nothing happened. Like you’re not thinking about—Thud.I walked straight into someon

“So, why did you bake cookies for your professor? Don’t tell me you have a crush on him or what?” young master Henry said as I put the cookies inside the oven . My hands jerked. The tray clattered against the rack. I shut the oven door and turned around slowly. Young master was still on the bar stool, one leg crossed over the other. Pajamas, messy hair, but his eyes were sharp. Young Master eyes. The kind that got answers whether you wanted to give them or not. “N-no!” The word burst out of me, too loud, too fast. I curtsied without thinking. “Young Master, I don’t— he’s a professor.” His eyebrow went up. “So?” “So,” I said, flustered, “I don’t have a crush. I was just… I was careless. I ran into his building during the rain. I got his grant applications wet. With flour on my shoes. He let me borrow his umbrella so I wouldn’t get sick.” He was quiet. "And you bake for everyone who’s nice to you?” I blinked. “W-what?” “Just because of that, you decided to give him cookies?” My

I wore a green long sleeves shirt paired with dark blue jeans which I like wearing whenever I go outside. I didn’t know where we were heading to, but I made sure I was wearing something that won’t make the young master look at me the way he looked at me at the boutique. “You just made it obvious that you’re a servant because of what you are wearing right now, Elodie,” Young master Henry commented the moment he saw me. “B-Because I am, young master. I am your servant.” “Hop in,” he said as he opened the car door for me. “I-I will sit at the back, young— “Elodie, I am not your driver. Sit where I am asking you to sit on,” he said while looking directly into my eyes. I nodded my head nervously, “Y-Yes, young master.” I slid in. The leather was cold through my jeans. He shut the door for me and walked around to the driver’s side. “Y-Young master, may I know where we are heading to?” I asked, breaking the silence between the two of us. He didn’t take his eyes off the road