Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Chapter 80 - Beautiful

The warmth she felt as she stepped into the living room was one she might find hard to forget. She moved her gaze around the room.

She got to notice the smaller chandelier in the living room looked like a rose carved out of ice melting slowing but still maintaining its shape and beautiful appearance.

She moved her gaze to the other chandelier she wanted to see with its light on and it was the most beautiful sight she had seen since she left his house that morning.

Seeing her gaping at the chandelier, Liam joined her with a smile and folded his hands on his chest as he watched pleased with the hours he spent to create the design and the other hours he spent watching them making it, having them melt it and remake it over and over again.

"It's beautiful," she said under her breath.

"Yes, beautiful," he said his smile broadening. Her eyes and hair looked most beautiful under the silver light of the chandelier, it was really not a waste of his time, resources and energy.

She turned shocked to find him very close to her and stepped away.. She cleared her throat gently and met his gaze fearlessly. It was time to get her answers.

"What do you want by doing all this?" she asked coldly trying hard not to show the fear that made her feel as though she was thrown into a bath of ice cold water.

She gripped the pepper spray she bought on her way to his house. It was so small but but according to what was written on its carton, it was going to be efficient enough to hurt him for hours while she plans her escape.

"You don't need that. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done that the night I brought you here. I will never harm you at least not in the way you are thinking," he said amused as her grip on the pepper spray tightened.

"I want answers," she told him getting impatient and uneasy. The security camera footages that were all gone, his tall build, his muscled appearance, his reputation as a Mafia and the fact that she was only a powerless teenager left in his mercy were enough reasons to make her feel like she might die any second from this moment.

"Oh come on," he said lifting his hand to point at the well laid dining table.

The hand movement he made had her stepping back and made a stance to attack anytime soon.

"Oh come on. No offense," he told her raising his hands to indicate surrender and moved away from her to the dining table. He sat down on one of the seats and picked his cutlery.

She did not like what just happened. She felt mocked as she unclenched her clenched fist and stood properly as her mind went to fact that the stance she just made will appear unladylike especially in her school uniform skirt.

She blushed slightly as she took careful steady steps to the dining table. Liam was eating with dignity worthy enough to be compared to that of the late king her grandfather.

She was young but she could still remember how he did everything with dignity in a manner that never seized to amaze. He was truly a king.

Liam felt conscious of her gaze and it pleased him well to see her watching him with her two eyes open and functioning properly. He could not hold back the smile that forced the corners of his lips to curve up.

"I could not make anything extravagant for you. It feels weird eating this low class meal my mansion, right?" he asked gently placing his cutlery down and met her gaze.

"I haven't began eating," she replied since she found his questions really strange. Was he boasting about the fact that he lived in a mansion or was he apologizing for the type of meal he prepared?

The way she furrowed her brow at his statement made the corners of his lips curve higher and he picked up his cutlery once again. "I hope you enjoy it, your highness," he said and continued eating.

The dish was appetizing enough for her to attempt to take a bite and since his toast was nice, on the day she ate breakfast here, she was not scared of giving it a try and it actually tasted divine.

It took almost all her willpower to hold back from humming and closing her eyes to savour the taste.

"I see that you are enjoying it," he said happily like a child who won a competition for the first time in his life.

She did not reply but kept eating taking her time to enjoy the unique flavour of his meal. She really wanted to tell him she did not believe he prepared it himself but hired a chef.

"I promised you that I will learn how to cook. This is my first trial and the dish turned out well. It took me a while to chose this menu but I am glad it turned out well," he continued to do what Rose considered blabbering although his voice was so deep and musical that she did not want the blabbering to end.

She lifted her gaze to his eyes and dropped it immediately when she noticed his silver greyish eyes were looking at her the whole time. She wondered how he could eat in such a dignified manner and still break one of the biggest law of table manners.

Her male friends liked to talk occasionally and it was normal to her but she never expected someone with his reputation to sit down with her and talk to her about learning how to cook. What shocked her most was that it felt natural.

He served her dessert of a simple chocolate cake he said he made himself after two trials. The taste was beautiful and the chocolate melted in her mouth like ice after every bite.

"Now we can talk," he said when they sat in the living room after dinner. It was dark outside already and she was almost not aware of it since she wanted answers and she was willing to wait for as long as he wanted her to.

"I want to know why you are doing this?" she said straightening her back as she say watching him.

"What am I doing?" he asked making her pause confused. The slight pout of her lower lips felt very amusing.

"All these. We are not friends. Why will you invite me for dinner and even learn how to cook a meal for me. This is just too absurd," she inquired frowning that she made it a little obvious that she saw all he was willing to do for her.

"I think you are my friend," he said in the mood to tease her to see that pout again.

This time she could not hide her anger as her brow furrowed like it had never done in a while and her lips pressed tightly together and she tightened her grip on the pepper spray wishing she could spray it into his eyes to wipe out that smirk he wore teasing her.

He wanted to see her lose the cool she always wore like everything was working in her favor when actually, the whole was coming after her head.

"I will leave since we don't have anything else to say to each other," she said standing up with her anger and desire to carry out that plan buried feets below her feet. She gave her self-control a mental thumbs as she got up and picked her bag.

"Your highness," he called her also standing up.