The Hero Took Everything from Me, So I Partied with the Hero’s Mother! Chapter 232

"Yawn... eh, Serena's not here."

I look around, but I can't see Serena anywhere.

It can't be a hallucination, can it?

"Err... Serena, what are you doing?"

"I'm making breakfast. Today we're having tacos, soup, and potatoes. It'll be ready soon, so just wait a bit."

"Okay."

However, why did Serena buy ?

This is not the treatnt of a slave.

Buying as an "engagent partner" is a strange concept, but I understand it.

If it's such a hobby, I understand too....

Yesterday and today, he treated like his real engagent partner.

But... it's just the opposite of how it should be.

It's like the roles have been reversed between servant and master.

Serena's doing everything himself.

I'm the slave but he's doing all the work.

It slls good, though.

"Okay, it's done. Fleur, go wash your face and rinse your mouth with this herb water I made."

"Thank you very much...I'll take your word for it then."

But it really feels like we just got married.

Despite the large age gap between us like a mother and son, I can't help but feel that way.

I don't have any interest in that kind of thing, but he looks strangely sexy in his tank top and shorts with an apron on.

He's supposed to be a child, but he looks strangely alluring.

He's so different from my awful husband and son.

He's kind, good-looking, and perfect at housework... it's really causing a problem for .

If only he could be my ideal husband and son both...

But still, I am overwheld with the feeling of "like", and I don't know what to do about it.

As I thought so, I rinsed my mouth and washed my face following Serena's advice.

We sit at a small table, chatting and laughing, staring at each other as we eat.

Even though it's a trivial matter... it feels so enjoyable.

I don't think I've ever spent ti like this before in my life.

As soone who has lived as a black rose, there was nothing more important to than my duty... but now, I can say with certainty that Serena is more important.

Maybe I was being too rash.

I never thought that sothing more important than being a black rose could exist within myself.

"This is delicious too."

"I'm glad you like it~ There's more, so please eat to your heart's content."

"Thank you... it's very... delicious."

"Why are you tearing up? Did sothing you don't like end up in your food?"

"No, that's not it. I was moved by how delicious it is."

My life right now is even more enjoyable than a "dream"... I can say that much for certain.