It turned out to be a false alarm.
Beauty immediately cleared her throat and wriggled free from the large hand gripping her waist—a scene straight out of a romantic TV drama.
But it didn't quite suit her and Lucas.
"Thanks for earlier," she said, letting out a relieved sigh as she lowered her gaze slightly.
Lucas ignored her gratitude and strode straight toward the kitchen.
He knew the housekeeper must be baking cakes right now—the sweet, fragrant scent had already reached him.
"Strawberry cakes?" Beauty's nose was sharper than a bloodhound's.
The moment the aroma wafted over, her face lit up with delight.
Without hesitation, she dashed toward the kitchen.
The kitchen stood in a separate courtyard, its doors and windows wide open, allowing the rich fragrance to drift through the air as they stood beneath the towering tree in the yard.
