"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Greetings sweet people.... How are you?
This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)
Please ignore the typo mistakes
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"The food should never be disrespected, no matter who makes it. And if it's made by someone you care about... then, hell no."
Nedvar recalled his father, Edouard's words, echoing in his mind. Sitting in his office, the memory struck him out of nowhere, a vivid flash of last night's dinner.
--- Flashback ---
"Dad, could you drink coffee if it had salt in it instead of sugar?" Hermione asked, fiddling with her fork as she broke the silence.
Everyone at the table froze, their eyes darting from Hermione to Edouard. She called him "Dad" just as Sera did, seamlessly fitting into the family.
Edouard set his fork down, chuckling as he wiped his mouth. "Food should never be disrespected, Hermione. It's the same as disrespecting the hands that made it... and ultimately, disrespecting yourself," he replied warmly.
Then, with a smirk, he added, "But if my wife made it, I'd drink it—even if it were salt instead of sugar." His words brought a surprised glimmer to Hermione's eyes. Beside her, Ma Arne playfully slapped Edouard's hand, her feigned annoyance making him laugh.
Aldo chuckled, and Nedvar, knowing his father well, only smiled, watching Hermione's reaction. Her expression was priceless, like a child denied candy for the fifth time. He had guessed her question's meaning immediately but chose to stay quiet, savoring the scene.
--- End of Flashback ---
Nedvar chuckled softly, the memory lingering as he sipped the dark, perfectly brewed coffee his guard, Steve, had brought him—thankfully unsalted.
