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Chapter 92

If someone cares for me and shows interest in me even just once, my heart skips a beat. Adding subtle skinship to that would be icing on the cake.

I generously served Andrea a spicy lamb dish with lots of spices on his plate. I smiled kindly, telling the message to enjoy the meal.

"Thank you, Del. But I'm not good with spicy food. I prefer sweet things. Do you want to eat this, Del?"

Andrea gave me all the meat on his plate. It was an unexpected reaction from the beginning, but I didn't back down. I pushed bread and camel milk towards Andrea instead. This time, Andrea received the food silently with a grateful nod, but there was no sign of being moved or an increase in favorability.

"Do people in the desert normally eat this spicy?"

Andrea asked after scanning the table once. I shrugged my shoulders, and before I could respond, Fernando answered for me.

"It's a special arrangement because the Angel likes spicy food. Stop complaining."

No, why is that person like that? Even if I give the food that Andrea likes, it's still not enough. I made a stern expression, wrote firmly in my notebook, and showed it to Fernando.

[Use polite language! Andrea is my friend and my guest!!]

I added many exclamation points and wrote in large and bold letters to convey a scolding tone. Andrea seemed to peek at the notebook, but I didn't think about hiding the contents from him. It was even better if he saw it. He could see how much I was taking care of him.

After reading the notebook, Fernando immediately bowed deeply.

"I apologize, Angel! I got jealous of an outsider occupying the seat next to you. I'll be careful so you don't have to worry again!"

Fernando was quick to apologize and show remorse. I nodded with satisfaction and lightly stroked Fernando's hair. It meant he could stand up now. Fernando, touched by my gesture, took a step back and returned to his place.

I looked at Andrea, giving him a proud smile. However, his expression was strange. He was smiling, but his eyes were a little scary. While tearing the bread into pieces with his hands, he asked,

"Does Del always forgive others so easily?"

...Did Andrea not like that I forgave Fernando? I wrote a response while watching Andrea's reaction.

[Not really? Should I not forgive him?]

Andrea glanced at my messy handwriting, he suppressed a laugh while biting his lips, but quickly recovered his serious expression. He said in a thoughtful tone,

"There's no need to pat someone on the head or touch them when forgiving. The other person may feel bad."

He added,

"I'm saying this because other people can't say unpleasant things to Del. Del is the Angel here."

At that moment, Fernando hastily interjected,

"No, that's not true. Angel! My heart is filled with joy and happiness every time you bestow your gracious touch!"

"That's the problem"

Andrea replied with a smile.

"Every time he touches Del, the look in his eyes is so dirty."

With Andrea's last words, the atmosphere inside the house froze. The servants lined up next to Fernando raised their heads slightly and looked at Andrea. Even in that brief moment, I could feel the hostile emotions in their gaze.