BLINDED BY LOVE

PAINT

After finishing the coffee, Pon changed into his work uniform and joined the ranks of the waitstaff until it was time for the evening break, when he distributed several boxes of pastries he had brought from home to everyone.

These were made by their family’s pastry chef, who graduated from Le Cordon Bleu in France.

Although young, the pastry chef was very skilled.

But of course, Pon couldn’t introduce him that way. He casually credited them to his brother.

He gave Jennie a hazelnut butterfly pastry, lying, “This was made by my brother. He aspires to open a dessert shop and loves researching cooking and pastries in his spare time.”

Jennie took a bite, showing a surprised expression. “Wow, your brother’s pastry is so good. I feel like it’s even tastier than the ones in the restaurant.”

Sammy next to her stared at the chocolate in her hand, her expression uncertain.

She couldn’t be sure if what Pon said was true or not.

Could it really be Mr. Way’s cooking? She felt unworthy to eat the cookies given by Mr. Way to his brother.

This made her eat nervously, always feeling guilty for enjoying the generous reward given by Davika.

Pon had no idea how his casual comment had caused such a psychological shadow on Sammy.

He then took out another small box and secretly placed it beside Sailub.

“Specifically for you,” Pon’s voice was sweet as he looked at Sailub eagerly, “I don’t know what flavors you like, so I picked a few that I usually enjoy.”

Sailub looked at him.

Pon rubbed his nose. “Isn’t it… because I promised to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you but reneged? Although it’s already a day late, I still have to keep my promise to you.”

Sailub chuckled softly.
He noticed a crooked little paw print on the mooncake.

He couldn’t help raising an eyebrow and asking Pon, “Was this made by your brother too?”

Pon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

His brother was always so busy, how could he have the time for this?

“It was made by our neighbor aunt,” Pon began fabricating again, when in fact it was made by Aunt Plue, who had always taken care of him. “I also helped. The little dog paw print was made by me.”

He felt quite proud.

Their family’s mooncakes had already been made, but he insisted on trying it himself.

Aunt Plue, who always took care of him, immediately made a few more in the kitchen and even gave him a few molds to play with.

Even though they were adults, they still acted like children at home.

Davika watched them speechlessly, wanting to uphold the family’s reputation, but Way held her back.

She endured it and pretended not to notice.

Sailub didn’t know the whole story, but when he heard that only the little dog paw print was made by him, he couldn’t help but mockingly laugh.

Pon immediately felt aggrieved. He bared his teeth and said, “What’s wrong? I made it myself. If you don’t appreciate it, give it back.”

The smile at the corner of Sailub’s mouth widened a little more, but he didn’t argue with Pon.

He quickly finished the small mooncake, commenting, “Not bad. The little dog paw print is cute.”