Chapter 167


    Nichs chuckled and wore a look of innocence.


    “Isn’t this a cafe? What else could I do here?”


    Zephyr watched him carefully, not missing even a subtle expression.


    The man was not as aggressive as he was thest time, but a conclusion could not be easily made


    if he was here with a kind or malicious intention.


    Zephyr went back to sling an arm around Cordelia’s shoulder, softly asking her to go home first and


    telling her he would take care of this.


    Cordelia was quite worried but could only walk out slowly upon his insistence. After Cordelia left,


    Zephyr looked at Nichs with a ghost of a smirk.


    “Afternoon tea set, right? I’ll prepare it for you!”


    “Can you do it?”


    “Why not? I’m the boss here.”


    Zephyr returned to the back of the counter. His movements were practiced, but the pots and pans


    made a lot of noise. It made Nichs wonder whether he really did need to make so much ruckus


    or whether he was trying to drive him away with it.


    A whileter, a rather exquisitely ted afternoon tea set was ced in front of him. It was a pretty


    slice of red velvet cake and a cup of aromatic hottte. There was even a small purple iris on the


    tray as decoration.


    Nichs picked up the flower and chortled. “Mustn’t have been your idea to have achieved such


    detail.”


    Zephyr wiped his hands as he answered, “Yeah, my wife decides all these. I’m just learning from


    her.”


    Nichs tasted the cake and frowned.


    “This isn’t leftovers from today, is it?”


    “Of course not.” Zephyr scoffed. “It’s leftovers from the day before yesterday!”


    Nichs looked at him and forced a smile a whileter. “It’s fine. I’ll have a good taste of thedy


    boss’ culinary skill!”


    “Oh, you’ve misunderstood.” Zephyr was still expressionless. “This isn’t what my wife made either.”


    “You…”


    “A guest wanted red velvet cake the day before yesterday, but Cordelia hasn’t learned how to bake


    one yet, so I bought two slices from the cake shop next door.”


    Zephyr’s gaze was impassive, with a slight smirk hanging off the corner of his lips. “It’s a surprise


    that the cake hasn’t gone bad even after two days!”


    Nichs gripped the fork with a scowl, not knowing if he should continue eating it.


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    “You won’t be able to taste my wife’s culinary skill, but you can try out what the preservatives taste


    like!”


    “Hah!” Nichs got up to look at him with aplex gaze.


    “Are you that reluctant to let me have the desserts she makes?”


    “It’s not that I’m reluctant.” Zephyr spoke clearly. “You don’t deserve it.”


    Nichs’ face fell, and he tossed the knife and fork on the te, causing a loud nking sound. He


    thought, ‘Very well, I don’t deserve it. Zephyr Hamerton, you probably have no idea that I can kill


    you anytime right now!’


    He took a deep breath and suddenly felt both angry and amused.


    He looked at the man before him and asked softly with a smirk, “What do you n to do with the


    leftovers today? You wouldn’t actually eat them all yourself, would you?”


    “Why do you care?” Zephyr nced at him.


    “I’m just reminding you.” Nichs got up and put a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder, giving it two hard


    squeezes. “Desserts do delight people, but too much is bad for the teeth.


    “And how would a beast conquer the territory if it lost its sharp teeth?”


    Zephyr’s eyes snapped. Nichs’ gaze raised doubts in him.


    “Hah, what territory?” Zephyr scoffed after some time. “Someone like me doesn’t need to conquer


    anything. It’s enough for me to live with my wife for the rest of my life!”


    “Really?”


    “Mr. Thompson, the coffee doesn’t taste good when it’s cold. I’ll make you another one on the


    house!”


    Nichs smiled cryptically and said no more.


    …


    Zephyr had been ordering his men to search for Marcus these days.