Chapter 47 · Marie’s Red Typewriter

“I like you”—that one word would have made her immediately accept and understand.

But Lucent had assumed that Aeplin would feel it even without him saying it.

Aeplin was the same.

Rather than expressing it in words, she had held great expectations that cooking a dish with devotion herself would create a greater emotional sympathy.

Lucent continued speaking while still holding Aeplin in his arms.

“Let me go first.”

At his words, Aeplin’s verdant eyes shone as if holding the morning sunlight.

Her heart fluttered, and at the same time she felt anxious.

“It was because I like you. Aeplin’s food was delicious, but I dislike seeing you suffer. Because my wife is more precious than food.”

“……”

At last, Aeplin’s small, plump lips wriggled, and tears streamed down from her large green eyes.

“……I wanted to do it for you. No matter if he is my husband, who would…