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Chapter 8 | Soup

Chapter 8 | Soup

“Can you please help me grab that ladle?” I asked Cogsworth who, glided across the kitchen table, grabbing the ladle in his hands and tossed it to me. He is the only object with hands and it was really both for him and for me because he is the head butler.

Grabbing the ladle tightly in my hands, I stirred the pot. I was currently preparing Chicken Noodles Soup, a soup that Nana always made for me. It is absolutely amazing and it helps a lot when you are sick. It has two days since I have been here, helping to cure Jack.

His injuries had now started to heel and I would just sit beside him whenever he is asleep, incase he needed anything. Its silly how things changed in one stormy night. Me, who was desperate to get out of this place and who hated him with all my heart was now staying here and cooking him chicken noodle soup.

What if he hates it?

My stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of him hating the soup as I poured the contents into the empty bowl. It was hot and there was steam coming out of the bowl.

“It looks tasty!” Lumière shouted excitedly. I gave him a warm smile. In my days of staying here, I have realised that Lumière is a funny person and I pictured him as thin as a stalk, with pale skin and a small mustache on his face, adorned with freckles.

Cogsworth is up-tight at first but once you get to know him, he can be a really nice person. And, Mrs. Potts is a very motherly and kind person. And, Chip?

Whatever he does is just adorable.

“What’s that nice smell?”

My eyes lit up at that voice and I turned around to meet Jack, giving me a big grin as he eyed the soup I was holding in my hands.

“I made soup.” I said. “For you.” I could hear Cogsworth and Lumière leaving the kitchen. My stomach tingled and I gestured for him to take a seat down on the dining table.

“Mm.” He growled, and I tried to avoid that sexy sound getting into my head. “Can’t wait to taste it.”

The way he said ‘taste’ made me feel like whatever he meant had double meaning and my mind conjured up a dirty thought which I immediately shoved away.

“Here.” I said, pushing the bowl towards and took a seat myself, making sure to look at his expression when he tasted the soup. His eyes never wavered away from mine and I kept mine fixed on his as well, not moving them away. His eyes were one of those rare mysterious icy blues that held a lot of secrets and unsolved mysteries. It was beautiful unlike mine.

He put the spoon in his mouth and closed his eyes, licking the spoon clean off and I waited patiently for him to reply. He looked up, putting his finger on his chinny chin chin as he thought deeply. I was growing impatient.

“So?”

“So what?”

“You like it?”

“Nah. It’s horrible. I absolutely despise it. What shit did you put in thi—”

I groaned, looking flabbergasted by his response. “Fine. Give me back the soup then.”

“Uh.” He seemed at loss for a words before a wide grin replaced his features. “It tastes good now.” He said, putting another spoon of soup in his mouth.

“I hate you.” I muttered under my breath, annoyed and he laughed, finding the whole situation utterly amusing.

“I know.” He winked.

Oh, god. That was sexy.

What? Stop it Harley!

Soon, we were chatting, with the usual bickering here and there and I found myself getting comfortable with him. We talked about the most randomnest of things. We talked about life in general. It was a pleasant conversation. We talked about —what we would do if we were invisible for a day, what superpower we would love to have, how we would die, what we would do if we were stuck in an island, what would happen if the world ended and stuff like that.

It was interesting and his responses were really funny. They never failed to bring a smile on my face. Talking to him so casually seemed surreal, it was not normal. We had been bickering and hating each other two days ago but now, everything has changed. You know they say, that a second change your life.

That second was the moment he saved my life. I would forever be in his debt and I am trying to repay him as much as possible.

He finished his soup and we ended the conversation with a laugh.

“I know you are itching to ask me about what you saw in that room that night.”

My eyes widened because what he said was a hundred percent true. I indeed, have been dying to ask him about the rose, about the enchantress, about everything but I was afraid I would get him angry and that we would end up in a fight.

“Before you ask,” He said. “No. I’m not going to open my mouth about it.”

“What? Why?” I asked, my heart sinking. “Can you please tell me?”

“You should not involve in other peoples’s business Harley.” He said and I blinked, being silenced by his low voice.

“Oh.” I said. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t reply me and walked away, into his room, slamming the door shut behind him without another word.

“He messed up.” I heard a voice and looked down to see Lumière looking at the retreating figure of the beast.

“Messed up what?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Mrs. Potts gave me an eery smile and I narrowed my eyes at her, finding it slightly creepy.

“Its kind of a sensitive subject for him.” Mrs. Potts said. “But don’t worry. I think he will come through.” Another creepy smile adorned her porcelain face and I pursed my lips.

“Can you guys show me around the castle?”

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