Book TRK
Chapter 1093 Food Was Terrible
Chapter 1093 Food Was Terrible
Rufus' POV:
As usual, Adela brought dinner for me. She would prepare something different each time, and she had never served me soup again. It seemed that my sudden burst of temper that day had scarred her.
"Your Majesty, please try this beef stew. I made it myself." Adela's voice was overly sweet as she set the dish and tableware in front of me.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Besides the stew, there was also a small array of exquisite pastries. I eyed them blankly, vaguely thinking that they were all my favorite. My restless heart slowed its pace. Even though Adela was weak, she was earnest. She must have studied the things that I liked in order to cater to me better.
Maybe Omar was right, and I should be more patient. Adela was my destined mate, after all, brought to me by the Moon Goddess herself. Maybe I just wasn't used to having her around yet, just as Omar had said.
I picked up a fork and scraped a piece of dessert, putting it into my mouth. My lips twisted as soon as the pastry touched my tongue.
Adela reacted immediately. "What's wrong?" she asked in what sounded to me like a cautious voice. "Does it taste bad?"
I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "No, it tastes good.”
The problem was that it tasted nothing like I imagined, like I expected to be.
My brain seemed to stutter at the thought. Once more, I felt that familiar suffocating sensation, and the white mist blanketed my mind yet again
I stared at the dessert on my plate as I tried to make sense of the chaos raging inside my head. Have I had this dessert before?
The answer was a resounding no. I didn't like sweets. Never ate the stuff.
But why did I think that it was my favorite just now, as if I'd been devouring the damn thing my whole life?
I glanced at the other dishes on the table. I hated avocado the most, but when it was first laid out before me, I instantly thought about taking a bite.
What the hell was wrong with me? This wasn't the first time something like this happened, either. Last time, my mother had brought me some durian which I'd eaten without hesitation only to puke it up in the next second. Yet all the while, I had been certain that I liked durian
Just what was going on? Had I lost bits of my memory somehow?
I tried to dredge up things from the past, but as expected, my head started to ashe again. Every time I tried to reach for a memory that ~~ lingered in the outskirts of my mind, I wouldhsuddenly have this excruciating headache. Thisqmeant that was ill, didn't it? But the doctor had told me that nothingwas wrong with me, and even my mother agreed.
They kept telling me not to think too much about it, but I have this nagging feeling that whatever memory I'd lost was very important. I must get it back at all costs.
The fork slipped from my hand and fell on the plate with a loud clang. The incessant pounding in my head was fanning my impulse to rage and destroy. I tried to think of the pleasant scent from that night, knowing that it was the only thing that could quell my violent urges.
But where would I even look for it? I didn't even have the first clue what it was! That scent had only appeared in my dream, leaving the faintest ghost of its trail to keep my yearning alive.
I felt like my head was being split open. I shot up to my feet and staggered away from the table, desperately looking for that scent that probably didn't even exist.
Adela was instantly next to me, her face filled with panic. She reached for my arm, bit her proximity caused herdisgusting scentto assault mY senses, aggravating my” pain ever further. I forcefully shook her offand tried to roar at her to kegpher away from me, but cofildn't utter a single wo 4 My brain hurt like hell, like d62ens of hammers were clobbering it simultaneously, robbing me of the ability to speak, let alone think clearly.
I felt my consciousness snap and drift away. I fell into a daze, where I suddenly heard-a young girl's voice. I couldn't make out her words, but I somehowknew thatshehad ~~ p eparedtsomething for me to try; and that I trusted her implicitly The nextining I knew, I was picking up a pie igge of the burnt food she™ presented me, and popped it into my mouth. A strong, bitter tasted assailed my tongue. Her food was terrible. But instead of feeling annoyed or displeased, I felt strangely content. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
This girl...
Who was she?