Chapter 51

".... The Whispers in the night..."

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Belladonna had just baked some fresh bread, and she did this for herself.

Sneaking into the kitchen by midnight to mix some flour, wasn't an easy thing, especially with how careful she had to make the fluffy cake.

However, as quiet as a mice, she was, and at the end, she got herself a nice strawberry fluffy cake at the end.

Outside, it rained lightly, and truly this baffled Belladonna. The season at this moment, shivered down to her toes; Winter. Yet, this night just had to be a different one.

Just as she dropped her cake on the table close by, she walked towards the door, hands on the knob, ready to open the door, until a voice–low and smooth–stopped her from preceding further.

"I won't encourage opening the door when there's a winter rain, you would get an instant cold," he said.

Belladonna turned round to see Sebastian slicing some part of the cake she had made.