The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 482

~Leo~

I haven't been welcomed home warmly in a long time. Holding Amelia on the couch and the playful way she related with me gave me warmth.

I lifted her from the couch and carried her to the room. I wouldn't call us rabbits, but we were moving faster than anticipated.

We later returned to the kitchen to cook. I wanted to help out, and she obliged.

She looked pretty and innocent with her messy hair. Looking at her made me remember I had a question about the roots of her hair being a different colour. I hoped it didn't get to her when I asked.

"Amelia," I said, and she looked at me, holding a wooden spatula coated with tomato sauce. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, and I smiled at her.

"Why are your roots platinum blonde?" I asked, and she touched her head with her free hand and giggled.

"Oh, that," she said as if I had asked her a funny question. I was curious.

"Well, the short story is they dyed my hair often at the orphanage so someone would adopt me, but my eyes were always in the way," she said, laughing and turning the sauce in the pan.

"I let the hair grow out once when I started my food truck business, but people were so creeped out they wouldn't buy, so I just realised I should continue dying the hair. The habit has stuck with me ever since. I have been carried away lately that I forgot to attend to the hair. It makes me stand out too much," she said, and I held her from behind while she stirred the sauce and kissed her neck.

"Let it grow out, Moonlight. It's beautiful," I said to her, and she giggled.

"Well, do not act funny when you see it," she said, and I kissed her neck more.

"I doubt there is anything about you that I would not find attractive," I confessed, and that was the truth. She was a gorgeous woman. Even when she was skinny and looked sickly, I could see it.

"Will Max be eating with us?" She asked, dumping the meatballs into the sauce.

"I guess so," I said.

"So why didn't you come with your food truck?" I asked her, realising she was earning a living in Gad.

Now I knew why she was good at cooking.

"Well, it wasn't new, and it wouldn't have been able to make the trip. We were also displaced, so I had no time to sell it. The funny thing is, I wanted to start that business here, hence why I was stealing. That was the only decent way I could come up with the capital. I never took what people would miss," she said, and I did not know how to feel about that because Tamia's jewellery was dear to me.

Each had a memory and a reason behind it. I did not tell her that, so I didn't spoil her mood. As thick-skinned as Amelia was, I got to her.

"Well, I am glad you do not have to anymore," I said, ending the discussion, and she nodded and turned off the stove.

Max came out shirtless, holding his shirt in hand.

"The smell of the food tingled my senses," he said, looking at the kitchen, and I sighed.

Amelia looked at him, and I felt a tinge of jealousy in how her eyes grazed through his body. She did not have disgust which meant he looked good. She should have faked some disgust, though.

"Your dragon tattoo is a bit ugly," She said, and I started laughing. Here I was, thinking she was admiring Max's body while only analysing his tattoo. I felt silly.

"I agree. The artist never finished it. He got killed," Max said, wearing the white t-shirt he held. She had made him a bit uncomfortable, and it made me laugh.

I helped arrange the food on the table, and Max joined us.

We ate and talked about many things. The most prominent of our discussions was going to the north.