Chapter Seven

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“Tadaaaa!” Pandora sets her masterpiece infront of Priam, A proud smile etched on her lips.





In the middle of the china plate, sat a disfigured blob of food. Priam's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Auntie Jan and some of the helpers with grimace; They looked at him apologetically in return.






'F*ck. Not again..'








“P-pancakes?” Priam stutters, cautious.







“Nope, silly. It's omelette! Omelette a la Pandora~”





“Ahh! Ofcourse.” Priam nodded, bravely taking a huge forkful and putting it in his mouth.







He has yet to even chew, however, he could already taste the saltiness of the said omelette.






“Mhmmm. Yummy.” He manages to spit out while swallowing down the food. He could feel it's dryness on his bones, it refuses to go down. Priam then pours himself a glass full of water, and downs it all in one gulp.







Pandora claps her hands. “Yup! I knew you'd like it. I made it special for you, hehe.”





“Now, let me taste! I haven't had any yet..”






She took her own fork, and was about to cut a piece when Priam had stopped her.






“Didn't you say you're going to cook for me? This is mine alone.” Priam says snubly, Making Pandora frown.







“Ohoy! Why do you have to be so selfish? I'm the one who cooked it P..” Pandora almost whined.






Before she could complain any further, Priam quickly ate all of her omelette with a straight face. Auntie Jan almost cringed; Priam is out here sacrificing himself so that Pandora's feelings doesn't get hurt.









“P... Did you even eat for the whole day? Slow down. I was just kidding.” She scolds, pouring him water.







He nods repeatedly, drinking about two glasses of water. Priam was usually so used to eating world class dishes and The only time he's had to suck it in is with Pandora. Because damn, No matter how many cooking lessons she take, her cooking never improves!






That's why the mansion is always in chaos everytime she comes around to cook. No one could tell her no, or straight up tell her that her cooking tastes terrible. They couldn't afford to see her upset.






“Ohhhh, i forgot! I also made some salad..” she says.







Priam's façade almost crumbles. He cursed in different languages in his head, But a light hearted smile was on his lips.





The things he does for Pandora..

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