1602 Short, Dark, and Handsome
Effie slowly turned around, just in time to notice the unreasonably gorgeous proprietor of the Brilliant Emporium falling. Three cups of coffee that he had been carrying on a tray were flying into the air in slow motion.
It seemed that he had tripped.
Without missing a bit, the enigmatic shopkeeper regained his balance with a graceful half-step, extended his hand unhurriedly, and caught all three cups on the tray without spilling a single drop.
A moment later, he smoothly approached the table and placed the cups down, acting as if nothing had happened. Then, the nonchalant young man smiled pleasantly and gave her a respectful bow.
"Saint Athena. Welcome."
Effie found herself unable to speak for a moment.
'D—damn. So cool!'
At the same time, Sunny was nothing short of panicking on the inside.
'What the hell?! No, what the actual hell?! I mean… what the hell?!'
How could she go and say something like that?!
And right in front of her husband, too!
Did that woman have no tact?!
Glancing at Ling's Dad covertly, Sunny noticed that the young man was looking at him apologetically. He seemed more embarrassed than anything, with no signs of anger or insecurity written on his handsome face.
It seemed that the nameless guy was used to his wife's antics… well, it made sense. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Why wouldn't he be?
Sunny had been teased relentlessly by Effie. What made him think that the poor bastard would have had it any easier? If anything, as her husband, he probably had it way worse…
Effie, meanwhile, smiled and said in a reserved tone:
Oh, Master Sunless. You were here.
It stung a little. The fact Effie used his name instead of a nickname, like she did with her close friends, stung. The fact that she made an effort to act with decorum around him stung, too.
Even not being openly teased by her caused a dull ache in his heart.
But, at the same time…
Seeing her healthy and well made him happy. Being around her felt familiar and nice, too… even though he was nothing but a dull, unassuming merchant in her eyes. A passing acquaintance not deserving of a second thought, unremarkable and easily forgotten. Someone not worthy of her time, let alone attention.
In fact, it was strange for her to even remember his name.
But that was the best Sunny could hope for.
For now.
He nodded politely.
"Indeed. I took the liberty of making some coffee for you to enjoy while the food is being prepared. Aiko, you take a break and keep our esteemed guest company."
Effie was being uncharacteristically taciturn, probably because she felt uncomfortable around a stranger. She was also looking at him strangely. If Sunny did not know better, he could have even imagined that she was feeling shy.
But, surely, that was impossible.
Bowing again, Sunny turned around and fled into the kitchen.
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