Killed by My Witch

Chapter 32: Whirlwind

When I woke up, Sala had prepared some hot soup and freshly baked bread.

As I expected, Sala's homemaking skills are quite desirable in a partner. She could make anything from French to Italian and Asian delicacies. If I was not so in love with Sheze, I would have probably fallen for her after Koran who is my secret girl crush.

"...I have a whole lot of leftovers. What do I do?" Sala asked herself.

"Do you mind if I bring some home with me?" I asked.

"Of course not! Take the whole pot with you," Sala said as she handed me the pot.

"Thank you very much, Sala," I said before going back to my house.

Zanier was still asleep on my couch, so I quietly brought out some bowls and plates to serve him breakfast.

"What are you doing?" Zanier asked as he suddenly crept up behind me.

I was completely startled and ended up dropping a spoon. I caught it just before it fell to the ground but found my hand also caught in Zanier's grasp. I quickly pulled my hand away to avoid the awkwardness.

"I am preparing you breakfast," I said as I put the spoon back on the table

"Thank you very much, Nillia," Zanier said in a husky voice near my ears.

I quickly moved aside to avoid him talking directly in my ears.

"Just eat," I ordered.

Zanier began diligently eating while I sat across from him. I read a book while I waited for him to finish so that I could throw him out after he was properly fed.

"Do you mind me asking where you went last night?" Zanier asked.

"I went next door," I said.

"You could have stayed here. This is your house and you have a bed upstairs," Zanier said.

"A young woman and a man alone at night? I am not that careless," I said.

"...How much could I do if I am injured?" Zanier asked.

"It sounds like you wanted me to stay with you behind closed doors," I said as I looked up to see his expression.

His face was beet red.

"...I had no intentions like that," Zanier said.

There is no way that anyone could believe you with a face like that.

Surprisingly, he is a terrible liar.

I suddenly got his secondhand embarrassment and began feeling hot in my face.

"There are many women as skilled or more than me, so there is no reason for you to come to me all of the time," I said as I tried to change the topic.

"The women I have been taken care of by lately are very aggressive in what they want. Yesterday, I was locked in a room with seven girls whom begged me to give them 'attention'," Zanier said with a tired expression. "Aaron is the type to be babied by women everywhere he goes, so he is used to this kind of attention, but I have grown up surrounded by mostly men...Maybe the reason why I feel comfortable towards you is because you are like a man."

Every time he opens his mouth, I feel like hitting him.

"You must have been very loved growing up or have not received a formal education on manners," I said with a smile. I stood up and walked towards my front door and opened it. "No woman would like to be told she is like a man."

"What are you doing?" Zanier asked as he stood up alertedly.

"Please come in and retrieve the sacrificial lamb," I said to the group of girls I had waiting outside.