May this promise last a lifetime

Chapter 69 - Love

(While Wriothesley was talking to Grandpa Nel)

Neuvillette's POV 

"You are pouting, young master." Grandma Felice teased.

 I quickly schooled my expression but it was already far too late.

 "So eager to go back to Mister Handsome? You've been singing his praises for a while now, young master, and yet you forgot to mention his looks till now."

 I nearly choked on my own spit at the blunt accusation.

 "Grandma Felice!"

 "Oh come now, Neuvillette. I am merely stating the truth. now stop moving around or you'll ruin the braid."

 The braid.

 Right, the braid.

 "Can't we just drop the braid so I can-"

 "No." She cut me off.

 And I could do nothing but let her continue while I sulked.

 ...

 No.

 I did not sulk.

 There was no sulking.

 That would be far too childish.

 "Have you eaten breakfast yet, young master?"

 "Yes. Wriothesley made some."

 It was lovely.

 "Under your watchful gaze? How impressive of Mister Handsome. Most people would cover in fear." She chuckled.

 "Hmm?"

 I tilted my head in confusion only for it to be pulled back into place with a small tug on my hair.

 "Sit still. As for the other matter... You can't possibly want me to believe that I just hallucinated your piercing gaze every time I cooked food over the years. You were watching me like a hawk."

 ...

 Alright.

 That may or may not have happened a few times.

 ...

 Okay, maybe more than a few times.

 But...

 "Wriothesley cooked while I showered." I corrected her.

 And her reaction was just:

 "Oh?"

 Oh?

 What do you mean by 'oh?'?

 "You didn't feel the need to watch carefully what he puts into it?"

 "He made French toast." I protested.

 What can you possibly add to French toast?

 An extra spoonful of sugar?

 "And I put together a bowl of cereal for you once and yet there you were, watching my every movement." Grandma Felice retorted.

 "That was-"

 "You making sure no one would lace your food with anything?"

 I couldn't help but freeze.

 I suppose that particular action was quite easy to see through.

 "I'm not blaming you for it, Neuvillette. No one would. I'm just trying to point out that you seem to trust someone you barely know an awful lot. I just want you to be careful." She said softly.