Aeron looked up slightly, his gaze fixed on the roaring flames before him, an indescribable expression on his face.
Now, hearing what Nerida said, he couldn't help but blush. 'It really would be better if she just kept quiet,' he thought abruptly.
Aeron stood where he was.
He was still holding a cooking spatula behind his back.
Glancing at the woman who had walked up to stand beside him, he came to a decision. 'I absolutely cannot let her know I set the kitchen on fire trying to cook.'
He was the Young Master, for heaven's sake; he couldn't afford such a loss of face.
'Father said the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach, but it seems that advice doesn't apply to me.'
'It's fine… I have other ways.'
Just as he was about to hide the spatula behind his back, he felt his hand go empty. The next moment, the spatula was in Nerida's hand.
She held it, a puzzled look on her face.
"Is this... a cooking spatula? What are you doing with a cooking spatula?"
'My spatula.'
