Chapter-4 Unwelcomed guest

Devon POV

"Surprise!" screamed Stacy as she walked into the room. When Stacy's screams jolted me back to reality, I was dreaming of Amythest's eyes, face, and beauty. I shook my head and tucked my shirt into my slacks.

"Can you tell me where you're going?" She regarded me with wrinkled brows. I rose from my bed and put on my socks. She took my hand in hers and forced me to return to my bed.

She scowled as she said, "You don't have to go anyplace." I walked over to the side table after releasing my hand from her grip. Then I took out my wallet and stuffed it into my back pocket.

"In an hour, I'll return. I have a project that I need to finish "I told her a falsehood. She groaned heavily and curled her lips in disappointment.

"All well, but hurry up," she said. I gave her a peck on the head and walked over to the security guard room. When I entered the security room, I noticed Mr. Darren, a security head, sleeping on the chair. Because he was sleeping during his duty, I cleared my throat to wake him up. His eyes became larger in surprise when he opened them.

"Sir, I'm sorry," he whispered, frantically pulling his chair back. However, he stubbed his toes and fell to the ground. I rolled my eyes and assisted him in regaining his balance.

"Where is Amythest, the new assistant?" I inquired about him. He gave me an innocent look as he blinked his eyes numerous times.

"Sir, she has returned to her house," he murmured, rubbing the base of his neck. I locked my gaze on him and snatched his shirt collar.

"What were you thinking when you let her go?"

"Sir, sir..she has given me the address," he muttered, his fearful eyes flashing. I forced a sigh of relief and let go of his collar. He handed me a piece of paper with the address written on it. I was travelling to Amythest when my automobile unexpectedly punctured a few kilometres from the place. I went to the supplied address and observed a little house with a damaged window, an old-fashioned door, and walls that were not adequately painted. Amy thest answered the door with a surprised expression on her face as I knocked.

"What are you doing here?" She frowned, chocolate and flour smeared on her left cheek, as if she were baking or cooking.

I responded, caressing the back of my neck, "Great, you're here." And as I walked inside the home, I noticed the batch of cake dough. I licked the batter and commented on her batter.

"It's good," I suggested, "but you should add more sugar." She took the bowl from my grip with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes was locked on the ground, and she used the tip of her heels to make designs on the ground.

"Something is wrong with your face." When I pointed to her cheek, she quickly rubbed it.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here? "You still haven't told me?" She enquired about me once more. I took a step closer to her, but she took three steps back.

As a result, I chuckled at her nervousness and sat down in a chair. "I've come here to express my gratitude," I muttered.

"Sir, I assured you that everything would be fine. Please leave before my husband returns," she whispered something and moved over to the oven. Hearing about her marriage made my heart skip a beat. But I smiled and shrugged my shoulders to hide it.

"Okay, I need to leave as well, but my car has a puncture. As a result, I'll have to make a phone call. Do you have a phone with you?" I had approached her with my question. She drew her brows together and pointed her pointer finger. I'm pointing in the direction of a phone.

"Thank you," I expressed my gratitude once more. "Can I have a drink of water if your husband doesn't mind?" I inquired of her. Her earlobe was yanked at as her body tightened.

"No, he won't object," she muttered. She then fetched me a glass of water, which she handed to me. I called Mom to let her know since she would be concerned if she realised I wasn't in the mansion.

"Devon, hello there. Where have you gone?"

"I came to meet with a Chinese man, Mom. Within an hour, I shall return."

"However, what is the point of working thus late?" mom wondered.

"Excuse me, Isn't the water a little chilly?" Amythest interrupted me with a cooing voice. After hearing her voice, mom questioned me at the same moment.

Mom questioned me, saying, "You mentioned you have a meeting with a Chinese man, yet the voice is that of a girl."

I drank the water and got out of my chair.

"Darling, it's the voice of a television. I'll give you a call later, "I hurriedly hung up the phone and exhaled a sigh of relief. Then I slid a check from my pocket onto the table.

"This is a check in exchange for my help."

"Sir, no. This is too much for me."

The lights suddenly go out, and she grabs a candle from the kitchen. She placed it on the end table, but it was not well stored and was going to tumble over. I swiftly drew her in my way, saving her feet from scorching.

I gave her a foolish grin and continued, "Today, I also saved your life like you have saved mine." She yanked her face away from me as she pulled away from my arms.

"Sir, you saved me from a Candle, and I saved you from tumbling off the cliff. There is a significant distinction between them,"sarcastically, she said.

My smile disappeared from my lips, and I embarrassingly wiped my chin.

There was no electricity, a leaking roof, and only one little room to live in.

"You're in need of money," I murmured sympathetically as I looked around her residence. She ripped the check and tossed it out the window.

"Whatever I did was my responsibility as a human to save your life if I wasn't present. Someone else would have rescued you then. So there's no need to thank me. Also, because your engagement is tomorrow, you should return to your mansion," she continued, emphasising the word engagement. I deduced from her expression that she didn't feel at ease with me. I turned to leave but was stopped in my tracks by her words.

"For tonight, you should remain because the weather isn't looking good," she grumbled, and the thunderclap shocked us so much that she grabbed my arm. My body tingled as a result of her touches. In answer, I hummed and moved up to the chair. While she unlocked her small cupboard and took out a mattress, I sat in a chair. She tossed it on the floor and moved closer to the kitchen. I grabbed her wrist and spun her around until she tripped over her own feet. And she collapsed on my lap, our gazes locked on each other.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window.

"How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband.

She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

"So, you two must have met in the gym, because you're so light that he could pick you up simply."

"No, we don't," she snapped, repeating, "we met in a cafe because it was love at first sight." My heart was racing with butterflies as I imagined her in my arms. I'm not sure why I'm drawn to her. What I'm doing isn't proper. With a shake of my head and a smile on my face, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the situation.

"Oh, love at first sight," I murmured. She walked out of the restroom after repeating herself with me.

"First sight love still exists in the twenty-first century," I chuckled. She responded by nodding her head and looking at me with her large eyes. I found it amusing that first love in today's youth is an infatuation that lasts only a month. It was also impressive that they married.

"Yes," she said, "how did you fall in love with your fiancee?"

"We were childhood buddies, and then we became best friends, and our friendship is extraordinary."

"You are correct. The nicest thing in the world is friendship." I turned my sight to her, who was wearing a sweet smile. It's possible she's thinking of her husband.

"He is extremely fortunate to have you."

"Hmm..." Her smile morphed into a frown as she raised her brow.

I said, "You both loved each other a lot." She whirled around and dismissed me once more, as if she didn't like it when I questioned her.

"Can you show me a picture of your husband?" I was piqued. It was intense because there were no images of her and her husband.

"He don't like pictures to be clicked," she answered quickly.

The electricity was restored, and the lights in the room were turned on.

"Oh, I see," I murmured, but didn't add anything else because she seemed uncomfortable. Then I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, but my stomach grumbled with hunger. Despite the fact that my stomache expanding sound was barely audible, she heard it.

"I'll prepare a meal for you. Simply wait a few minutes."

"I'll also assist you in the kitchen," I responded, beaming. Except for the cake ingredients, she glanced around her kitchen for food but couldn't find anything. With sadness in her eyes, she sighed deeply and diverted her attention to me.

"I can eat cake, and I'd like it if you could teach me how to make some. In order for me to be able to give Stacy, "I gave her a grin.

"All right, get the ingredients and let's get started!"

"Amythest! Do you have any milk or eggs? I don't see any!"

"Sir, the milk is in the nearby wardrobe, and the eggs are in the refrigerator downstairs!"

"How come you guys keep everything so dispersed?"

"I honestly don't know! I suppose we do it to make more room in the refrigerator in the kitchen."

After approximately 5 minutes, I decided to put flour all over myself and her, as well as the floor! We slipped into a food coma and began combining ingredients.

"Well, I wanted to impress her with a baked cake and show her how much I care about her."

"So you wanted to make a cake to proclaim your love?"

"Yes," I smiled.

Amythest shakes her head, speechless.

"It appears you intended to poison her with the cake."

She looks at the half-raw, half-burnt cake in the sink, disgusted. "How did you get the idea to bake her a cake when you've never baked a cake before, let alone used a kitchen?"

"I overheard her telling a colleague that having her sweetheart make something for her birthday is the most romantic thing she can think of. And it didn't appear to be too difficult on YouTube." Amythest makes a grating snort. I lied to her to get a bite of her homemade cake. However, it also demonstrates how strong her love for her husband are. That gives me a sting, because it also means I'll never get a chance at her. My feelings will never be reciprocated by her, she will never be able to leave the friends zone, and I will never be able to admit that my feelings were incorrect.

Amythest takes a deep breath and grabs the kitchen sponge and detergent from the apron draped over the chair back.

"I'll take care of the cake while you clean up this mess. Okay?"

My face is covered in a broad smile, and I nod excitedly. As always, I can rely on my new acquaintance, who considers herself to be one of the best cooks I've ever met.

"I believe she has an idea based on how much flour is missing from the flour container! Before you come over tomorrow, sir, you're going to buy more flour!"

"Fine! Is it possible to prepare the cake right now? Now I'm exhausted."

Peach's birthday cake is meant to become a so-called zebra cake, a combination of chocolate and vanilla cake, as Amythest begins to combine the ingredients for the dough, I describes how the mayhem occurred about the cliff. And I've done pretty much everything wrong in baking that can be done badly. On the one hand, she guessed the weights because she didn't have a kitchen scale, resulting in utterly incorrect mixing ratios; on the other hand, he ignored the sequence in which the elements had to be combined.

He then stuffed the finished, lumpy dough into a far too small form and increased the baking temperature a little. He simply let things run their course when the cake dough went over the side of the cake tin, rather than taking the cake out of the oven to prevent things from getting worse. As a result, the sink became a disaster. On the inside, it's raw, and on the exterior, it's scorched. This is a cake you wouldn't serve to your dog. I came up with only one option, fully conscious of this fact: Amythest!

As a result, Amythest is presently standing in his kitchen baking a cake for his sweetheart. Amythest observes from the corner of my eye. When Amythest prepares and bakes, everything appears to be so simple.

It makes no difference whether you're chopping onions or whisking eggs.

I'm now staring at Amythest intently, mesmerised by the grace with which she performs the work steps.

The cake is finally in the oven after approximately half an hour, and Amythest wipes his hands on his apron. A speck of flour dust landed on her cheek, and she didn't even realise it. I bend forward and use my thumb to clean Amythest's cheek. Amythest shrugs, her lovely pink cheeks glistening from the quick touch.

While they waited for the baking time to conclude, they talked about the approaching celebration. They can chat about anything, and there is never an awkward pause. This time, though, whenever their conversation turns to Amythest and her husband's impending declaration of love, I go mute.

"Are you all right, Sir?"

"Hm?"

"Do you have any tips for my new job starting tomorrow?"

"Why don't you just be yourself?" 

"Well, that's something I'd have thought of myself."

"Why would you seek counsel on this topic from someone like me, of all people? You're well aware of your responsibilities! "Amythest, irritated, mumbles.

Amythest rolled her eyes as I grinned at her. "I am bound to ethically support you because you have saved my life."

That stabbing sensation in my chest has returned. Her husband...yes, it's his role as a master to be there for her and cheer her on, but it's difficult to disguise feelings for someone who's fallen in love with his saviour or assistance. Because it's so painful...

The timer's beeping prevented me from having to give an answer. The cake was finished in the centre of the kitchen, so I pulled it out and frosted it, then waited for it to cool before cutting a few pieces for Amythest and me to eat. It tasted great, and I was in heaven when I took my first bite since we make a great team when it comes to baking cakes.

But, being me, I wouldn't be if she didn't add a bonus in the form of the finest vanilla buttercream on the cake.

Amythest's face is covered with grins as she examines the completed dessert. Yes, she has the ability to win anyone's heart with this dessert.

"Amy, this is fantastic!" You know how good a team we are! This is incredible! I adore this cake, and the way you made it even better!"

"Thanks! You're not doing too badly yourself!

"All right, Sir. Tomorrow, take extra care with the shipping so the buttercream doesn't spill."

Soon after, she became dowsy, so she asked me to sleep on the bed, despite my protests that she should sleep on the ground mattress, but she glared at me, so I slept on the bed like a good boy. She fell into a deep slumber as well.