They are walking slowly into the kitchen. He already told the chefs and the maids to clean the kitchen for the entire afternoon. Today will be a beautiful day for him, he'll make sure of it.
When they enter the kitchen, she immediately starts roaming the kitchen to search for the ingredients, leaving him behind in the doorway. She starts to collect all the ingredients on the table and starts cutting the vegetables and the fruits for the salad.
He watched his girl with amusing eyes. The way she forgets about her fear and starts to do whatever she wants makes him more relaxed now. Finally, his girl is more comfortable in his presence.
"Do you want to help me or just watch?" She asks while looking at her with a questioning look. She surely has some guts in her core, she comments to herself.
He walks towards her, making some space between them. Knowing that he can't do anything as he pleases again makes her comfortable in his presence. He observes her, the way that she cooks in the kitchen makes her look like she feels in their home when doing that. Their home. He hums happily for his own thoughts.
The way she asks him feels like she is trying to accept him and he doesn't want to break the trance. He smiles peacefully at her and gives her the cutting ingredients.
"Do you cook?" She asks while preparing the sauce. The way he professionally cut the vegetables makes her wonder if he used to cook like this.
"Yes." He answers. He always cooks for himself when he is young. He had a hard life when he was a child. So cooking for himself is the only way to make sure he eats without being poisoned.
"You don't seem like a cooking person. The way you look so dominantly and scary like that. I don't think you can cook and so familiar with the kitchen." She hums while giggling at her own thoughts. She imagines him cooking while wearing a pink apron, which is better than facing the hurt reality.
"What are you giggling at, bambina?" He asks smiling when she giggles at him.
"No.., I just imagine you use a pink apron with that bulky muscle and a lot of tattoos. You won't be a scary man again but a cute man." She says in a flat tone.
"Well bambina, I can say I'm not a cute man." He says while smirking at her.
"And I can show you how manly I am if you allow me." He winks at her, making her take a step back to create more space between them.
"I can see that." She mumbles while checking his veiny arms. She won't admit it loudly but she has a thing with veiny arms. Even when she is scared of him, his arms surely are a beautiful part.
"Focus on your work bambina, I don't want you to cut your little fingers or I'll ban you from the kitchen for your entire life." Jokes him.
She can see he's serious with his word. He is not the bluffing type; he always does what he says. If he banned her from the kitchen, she'd be sad. Cooking and baking are a part of her life. Her mother teaches her to be a good wife, which includes cooking for her husband later. Besides it's one of the ways she reales her stress.
She seriously working more carefully right now. Cutting the vegetables more slowly. Even the works mostly are done by him. He doesn't allow her to cook the ham and the eggs, it makes her grumble lowly at him. She complained at her heart about his ridiculous reasons. He doesn't allow her to cook just because he doesn't want her to get burned. She feels he treats her like a small child. In the end, she complies with his demands and prepares the drinks, scared that he will do something.
He knows she is displeased with him, but she needs itto learn to comply with his demands. He wants her to depend on him more by stripping down something she can do by herself. She doesn't have to lift her fingers to do anything, he can prepare and give anything that she wants.
He knows she wants to be independent and help in anything she can do for anyone. He will try slowly to get her used to being spoiled so if one day if she doesn't have him around she will realise she can't function without him.
When they finished cooking, they walked silently to the garden. He already told one of his men to lay a blanket below the tree for them to sit. He wants everything perfect as the little princess wants.
When they finally arrived at the garden, Leora gasped in awe. The garden is beautiful. They have a lot of flowers of different kinds. There are a lot of high trees in there. So the entire garden is shady with the shadow of the high trees. Even when in a hot summer like this, this garden has cool air.
She praises her God for creating such beautiful things. Clean air, beautiful flowers, and trees. She knows that not a lot of people can see and enjoy this kind of thing. So she thanks her God for letting her see such a beautiful garden.
"Thanks for letting me see this beautiful garden. You have taken good care of this place." She says with sincerity and awe in her voice.
"I'll do anything for you bambina, and you're welcome. Even I'm not the one who takes care of this garden." He says while kissing her forehead.
"Still, you pay people for their hard work for making this beautiful garden. So thanks to you for making this garden. It's so beautiful as coming out from a storybook." She says while running to one of the red roses.
"Let's sit below those trees, and enjoy our food." He says while taking her hands and dragging her.
They relax a bit and enjoy the cool air for a couple of minutes. Because the situation is good, Leora thinks maybe she can ask him about contacting her parents. After all, she is sure her parents must be worried about her.
"Sir, can I request something?" She asks hesitantly. He just raised one of his eyebrows, questioning what is her request.
"Can I call my parents to tell them that I'm okay? Just to make sure that they won't worry about me."
"You can write a letter to them." He doesn't want her to contact anyone before they get along and she depends on him.
"But, how can they know that it is really me who writes and not someone who tries to copy my handwritten or that I write it under some threat?" She really worries about her parents. Besides that, she really wants to see their faces and hear their voices.
"Sure you're a smart girl, aren't you?" He's chuckles at his girl's tricks.
"Please, I promise I won't try something like escaping or ask them to help me. You can keep my promise. I'll be a good girl." She asks desperately and pleading with her eyes.
"You seem really persistent about it. I'll think about it later. But I already inform your parents about our situation." He says to try to appease her.
He does not really tell her all the truth. After her kidnapping in the morning, he and his men come to her parent's house and tell them about her kidnapping. He isn't scared that they will tell the police, but he doesn't want the police to intervene in his calm time with her. So he a little bit threatening her parents.
"But I still want to video call them. Even if you can let me meet them it'll really please me. So please consider it on my behalf. And thank you for informing them." She says with a grateful smile.
"Qualunque cosa ti piaccia, mia principessa." He says while kissing her palm, making her blush like a tomato. (Whatever you like my princess)
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