The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 45

 "Not too bad." 

Alya curled her lips. He had spent two to three hours going to the supermarket, preparing, and cooking dishes, and all he received were the words 'not too bad'.  He was a little unhappy with the review given by Dama.

Dama who said her brief review fell silent and started to eat dinner casually with her head down. No one knows what he thinks.

Alya stood near the dining table, and Hana continued to signal with her eyes, gesturing for her to offer the dishes that were on the table to Dama. Alya opened her mouth several times and wanted something, but she did not know what to say, and in the end, she remained silent.

There was no other sound on the dinner table for the next half hour except the clanking of spoons and forks.

A moment later, Dama put down her tableware, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, pushed a chair, and got up to go upstairs. 

"I have something to take care of" said Dama and he went to the second floor.

Seeing her figure disappear, Alya turned her gaze to the table and exclaimed in shock, "Did she finish everything?"

Hana smiled and said, "Mrs, you are very good at cooking, and Young Master has a good appetite. I don't have to worry about the food anymore in the future."

Alya was a little surprised. The man only commented "not bad" about his food, but he had finished all the dishes on the table.

"Hurry up, go upstairs, and talk to him for a second. Men are very easy to entertain. They won't get angry after you say a few sweet words" Hana said.

Alya replied with a hum, hesitating for a moment, and finally slowly climbed upwards.

Inside his study, Dama was standing by the window. He directed his eyes to the dark night scene outside as he placed his palm on his stomach, his brows furrowed.

Geck! Geck! There was a knock on the door from outside.

Dama sat back in her chair and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The door was pushed open and the head poked in. It was Alya

"Uh, you want to eat fruit? I brought you some fruit." Alya said as she walked in. Dama had no expression on her face. 

"No, take it away!"

"Do you like the food I'm cooking tonight?" ask Alya.

"Ehem, it's okay, but ...."

"If you have nothing to say, get out!" dama's orders.

Alya was so upset by her response that she took a deep breath.

"I know I upset you last night because you must still be angry about it, so I specifically studied cooking recipes for you as an apology. I-I also prepared a small gift to make you happy."

Did he make her angry last night?

Was he talking about the sandal incident? He had long forgotten such a small thing. He was not a petty person, and he would not take such a thing seriously.

Indeed he was not happy, but it was not because of trivial things like sandals.

Curving his brows, Dama was curious and a little excited when he heard his words.

 "Gift? What gift?"

Alya cleared her throat and said, "Close your eyes."

"I don't want to, and give it to me now." Dama dominates as always.

"just close. I want to surprise you."

Is he acting fine in front of him? Dama slightly narrowed his eyes and slowly softened.

"Just this once."

Alya nodded repeatedly. 

"All right."

As Dama closed her eyes gently, Alya walked over nervously, wondering if she would like it or not. He was surprised when Hana told him that she liked this thing, and felt that her favorite was quite strange and scary.

Therefore, Alya was a bit anxious at the moment. As he approached her, he was amazed, noticing how long and beautiful her eyelashes were. He's getting fascinated.