A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Breakfast With Love

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Michael and I didn’t mention what happened at the party in the days that followed.

To avoid further conflict with the King, Michael brought me to an independent residence near the palace.

This was not part of the palace, nor was it an office space assigned to the King. Instead, it was Michael’s private territory. It might not be as big as the palace, but no matter how big it was, it didn’t belong to us. Here, I had absolute freedom.

I got up from the bed and found that the spot next to me was empty.

This made me feel a little down. I looked forward to seeing Michael as the first person I saw every day when I woke up. It allowed me to start the day in a good mood.

The current situation was that if I didn’t see Michael for an entire day, I’d go crazy.

But I couldn’t see Michael every morning. There was no other way.

This was because Michael had a lot of work to do after returning to the palace. Now that Brandon had suddenly disappeared, there was a high probability that he had gone to look for Courtney, and Michael’s days had become even more hectic.

Even though we moved out of the palace, Michael still had to go to the palace early to settle some matters. I could only hope that Brandon would return with Courtney soon so that Michael and I could sneak away.

…..

I couldn’t help but imagine the expression on the King’s face after Michael and I left. It would be interesting. Speaking of which, from the King’s perspective, his two sons must be giving him a headache.

Suddenly, I smelled the fragrance of an omelet in the air, which immediately triggered my hunger.

I sniffed the air. It wasn’t just the smell of fried eggs. There was also the smell of bacon and ham.

Other than that, there seemed to be a particularly charming smell.

I was excited and walked to the kitchen in my pajamas. I saw my mate busy in the kitchen with his back to me. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. I walked over and hugged Michael’s waist, then rubbed against him in satisfaction.

“What are you doing?”

“Breakfast. Be careful of the oil.”

I let go of Michael’s waist and looked at the plate on the side. On the plate were a few strips of fried bacon, some pancakes, and a few fried eggs that had failed to be shaped.

I laughed loudly and pointed at an egg with the yolk and egg white all fried together. “Did you make all this?”

Michael turned around and raised his eyebrows at me. “Yeah, it’s not bad, right?”

“Hmm, you’re pretty confident.”

Michael looked in the direction I was pointing at, and his face darkened. He said stubbornly, “It’s fine as long as it can be eaten.”

“Hahaha!” I grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth. I agreed. “It does taste good, but why did you think of making breakfast yourself? Where’s the chef?”

I looked outside and realized that the place was unusually quiet today, as if there was not a single servant around.

“I told them to take a break,” Michael said casually. He took out the last fried egg from the pot and pushed me out of the kitchen.

“Huh?Why?”

I sat at the dining table, but I couldn’t help but feel a little restless. Michael was only wearing a pair of shorts, and his upper body was completely naked. His six-pack was shining, and there was the aroma of food on his body.

‘He was a sight for sore eyes,’ I thought.

I was hungry, but Michael and this plate of food were right in front of me, so I was still determining which one I should start with.

Michael waved his hand in my face. “Little wolf, what are you thinking about now?”

I looked up and saw the mischievous expression on Michael’s face. He must have seen the lustful smile on my face just now. I slightly restrained my lustful expression, poured a spoonful of maple syrup on the pancake, and began enjoying the breakfast Michael had made.

We quickly cleaned up the dishes. I wanted to clear the table, but Michael pushed me down on the chair and cleaned everything himself.

I looked at Michael strangely and finally couldn’t help but ask, “Tell me, what do you want to do today?”

“What do you think I want to do?” Michael looked at me, amused.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head and sized up Michael. “I feel that you’re being too attentive today. Something must be up. What are you up to?”

“I don’t have a plan.” Michael spread out his hands. “I’ve canceled all my work for today. Today belongs to the two of us. We’ll do whatever you want to do.”

I looked at Michael in surprise.

These days, when Michael was busy with work, I was a little bored at home alone.