Arianne's energy reserve was once again drained. She was not reconciled after failing to land a single blow on him and using her abilities, which didn't go well. She panted and wiped the sweat on her scalp and the sides of her face before glaring at the culprit of her misery. "I'm not finished with you." She spouted the words, anger contorting her face.
Dimitri chuckled and imitated her sentence, but in a humorous tone: "I'm also not finished with you, but I need to cook lunch now." The sides of his eyes crinkled into happiness at the thought he would be able to serve her with the dishes he cooked. He had been frustrated in the past that everything he crafted with his hands with the intention of gaining her attention had earned him nothing instead, and those three bastards were always on the receiving end of her loving gaze.
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