Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 17
The word ‘bread’ had become a subtle code between them. Klimt, momentarily surprised by Roa’s response, blushed and nodded slowly.
“I’ll do my best…”
“Then, I look forward to it. Klimt.”
Was he shy or moved? His reaction was uncharacteristically subdued for someone who was always so confidently composed. Roa gently tapped Klimt’s knuckles, and he responded by enveloping her face with his hands, his eyes glowing warmly.
“I’ll stay by your side, Roa. Always.”
Roa hadn’t expected such a fervent confession. She looked up at Klimt, who kissed her with tender care. Noticing now, there were glistening tears forming in his soft, green eyes.
Is this happiness allowed?
Klimt’s eyes, filled with warm affection and boundless trust, were captivating. Despite his large, robust frame, there was an irresistible desire to protect him whenever she faced him.
It felt like receiving the pure affection of a young animal breaking out of its shell, blending affection with a maternal instinct.
Delicious bread. Klimt’s delicious sweet milk baguette. Adding her favorite things brought a subtle yet profound satisfaction.
Isn’t this what happiness is?
“Yeah, stay with me, Klimt.”
Delicious Sweet Epilogue
It had been just over a week since Roa had been living with Klimt. This also marked the end of Roa’s golden vacation period.
Every morning, she enjoyed the delicious meals Klimt prepared and explored the city together. Of course, their first market visit drew all eyes to Klimt, causing a bit of discomfort.
Central Hilgrad had a distinctly different vibe from the southern city of Calantus. While Calantus, Klimt’s hometown, was characterized by the scorching sun and a languid atmosphere, Hilgrad gave off the impression of a meticulously planned city.
With the royal presence ensuring top-notch security, the residents’ attire was mostly neat and orderly. Hence, Klimt’s southern-style clothing stood out rather conspicuously.
‘Well….I don’t think it’s just because of the clothing.’
Roa glanced at Klimt, who was sitting beside her on a park bench, licking a vanilla ice cream. Perhaps it was the sophisticated attire he wore, but despite his impressive skills, Klimt shone with a captivating presence, even when he was just sitting still.
“Klimt.”
“Did you call, Roa?”
“I have a question.”
“Please go ahead. I’m delighted that Roa has something she wants to ask me.”
Klimt’s innocent smile seemed to suggest he knew exactly what Roa was about to ask. Roa gently wiped the vanilla ice cream from the corner of Klimt’s mouth.
Klimt took the opportunity to suck the sweet liquid off Roa’s thumb, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Do you know Joshie?”
“Joshie..?”
“My visit to the bakery was thanks to Joshie’s column about bread.”
“Hmmm…”
Klimt seemed deep in thought, a contemplative look on his face.
Why the hesitation? His reluctance to answer suggested he might have shared the baguette with Joshie, or perhaps Joshie had tasted it herself before?
How many guests had Klimt served?
In the same way he had done before?
As question marks popped up in Roa’s mind, her curiosity grew. She could almost feel a tiny spark of suspicion igniting inside her.
Although the tasting bread Klimt had shared with her had existed from before their meeting, thinking about whether he had shared the baguette with Joshie made her wonder…
“The tasting bread was mentioned in his column… Could it be that Joshie…?”
“No! I’ve never shared anything like that with Joshie!”
“If that’s the case…”
Before Roa could finish her sentence, Klimt quickly shook his head. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by a worried look. He seemed to have understood Roa’s suspicions.
