Theophile immediately got up from his seat, then he dragged a chair and invited Lavelle to sit on it. Lavelle sat across from Theophile, looking at two cups freshly filled with a transparent brown liquid, a sweet aroma filling her nose. Theophile chuckled when he saw the inexplicable expression on Lavelle's face as she inhaled the scent of the sun tea. A butler opened a small jar filled with a yellow-brown viscous liquid, then took a spoonful from inside and put the thick liquid into the sun tea.
"This is tea made from sunflower seeds that have been well dried by farmers, then processed by the skilled hands of tea technicians, and this is a honey produced from the best queen bees that we develop. The queen bee only consumes nectar from fresh and good flowers. Maybe Mrs. Blanc will like the taste of this sweet sunflower tea," said the butler who had prepared food for them.
"Right, this is a special tea that you might like, sweetie. Usually, I'd add a little lemon or lime wedges but, this time, I'm going to add a few mint leaves," Theophile said, "This is a tea that can reduce stress."
"Um... that means the tea is excellent and has many benefits?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
Muffins decorated with almonds and dried nuts also pieces of raisins are served in front of Lavelle. The distinctive aroma of dark chocolate makes Lavelle look like a hungry monster when she sees the muffin is still steaming thin. Lavelle is indeed a fan of chocolate because chocolate can reduce her stress.
"Eat. I know you're hungry," Theophile chuckles.
"Um, well ... thank you very much," Lavelle replied.
Theophile nodded, then picked up his teacup, then took a sip slowly without taking his eyes off Lavelle, who seemed very enthusiastic about eating the muffin in front of her. A little funny, even though, as Theophile recalled last night, Lavelle had already eaten a lot of the special dishes he had prepared.
"What do you think? Is it delicious?" asked Theophile.
"Sure, it's delicious. I love chocolate," Lavelle replied with her mouth full of the chunk of muffin.
"Makeup is so useless when you eat like a child like that, sweetie. Look, you don't even care about the chocolate stains that make you even cuter like that," Theophile said as he reached out his hand and rubbed the little bit of chocolate left on the corner of Lavelle's lips at that time.
Lavella was taken aback by her silly face. Theophile couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Lavelle, who looked cold and rude, could put on such a stupid and childish face in front of him. Theophile chuckled then gently stroked the top of Lavelle's head, smiling slightly. "You're cute as a baby. The natural blush on your face and the slight freckles make you even more charming."
"Wait ... Mr. Blanc. I think you are exaggerating to compliment me. We just met, and is that funny?" Lavelle asked as her jaw tightened.
"Of course, I think you're funny like that. And by the way, look, I'll have him locked up in that silver prison until next week," Theophile replied, then Theophile glanced at a silver prison below and a man who seemed to be asleep on the floor—slightly curled inside.
"You ... why did you lock that guy there?" asked Lavelle, half surprised.
"Don't worry. I will lock him there until he realizes that what he did was a big mistake. Even though he is my brother, I will still punish him because he hurt you. I would never be willing if he touched you and hurt you," replied Theophile.
"Wait... Theophile, I don't understand what's going on, and what do you mean that guy hurt me?" Lavelle furrowed her brows.
"I'm sure you don't fully understand what I mean. So do you remember the strange creature that hurt your jaw last night?" replied Theophile.
"It's…."
"Yeah, the strange creatures were him," Theophile cut in.
Lavelle covered her mouth in disbelief and still thought Theophile was just joking. However, moments later, Theophile asked the butler, who had been preparing dessert for a long time, to come out of the balcony and leave the two of them alone.
"I want to tell you something, but I won't let you leave here," Theophile said.
"Are you kidding me? What do you mean?" Lavelle asked in confusion.
"Am I creepy?" asked Theophile with one eyebrow raised.
Lavelle was silent.
"I ask you, am I creepy too? Answer that, if yes ... I will stop approaching you and let you go," said Theophile.