Chapter 364: Tender? Yes.


    To Allison, he was tenderly torturing her.


    The next morning, Allison gathered her things and drove toward Athton.


    Despite thefort of the car seat, the events of the previous day had left her body feeling weak, her waist and abdomen sore from the indulgence she had shared with Ken.


    She had lost count of how many times shed been swept away by him.


    She chose a high-neck shirt today, concealing the berry-colored marks scattered beneath her neckline.


    He really is like a biting dog, she mused, suppressing a smile as she neared Emanuels courtyard.


    The moment her car pulled up, Emanuel came bustling out with his usual energy.


    Ah, my dear, youve finally returned! Ever since your pottery became famous, countless people have visited my little courtyard! He greeted her warmly but immediately frowned at the sight of her carrying items.


    Why did you bring anything? People will think youre a guest! Allison, were like family.


    Allison gave him an innocent smile.


    Its just some vintage wines and teas.


    If you dont want them, Ill take them back.


    Although she respected her elders, Allison never shied away from cracking a joke or two.


    Emanuels eyes widened as he quickly snatched the items from her arms, cradling them protectively.


    You shouldve said so earlier! This counts as a proper tribute from the younger generation.


    Well, although, by seniority, youre technically my master, so maybe tribute isnt the right word, but Amused, Allison watched as Emanuel rambled, struggling to find the appropriate phrasing.


    She stepped through the gate, taking in the familiar and peaceful atmosphere of the courtyard.


    Though the seasons had changed and the once-vibrant green nts had begun to turn yellow, the autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom, adding warmth to the rustic setting.


    Allison loved how the courtyard transformed with each season, always offering a new kind of beauty.


    Emanuels voice called out again.


    Ken, you busy young man! Finally willing to show your face? Here to mooch a meal? If so, youll have to earn it by helping with the cooking.


    He chuckled heartily as Ken approached.


    He believed that Ken must genuinely love ceramics, otherwise, he wouldnt have stayed for several days thest time he was here.


    Hed stared at y for hours at a time, immersed in its simplistic beauty.


    He mightck talent when it came to pottery, but his character wasmendable.


    Besides, Allison had mentioned that he had a clever and adorable niece.


    Ken simply grunted in response.


    Known for his decisive and often ruthless nature, he was used to being treated with deference, but Emanuels casual teasing didnt bother him in the slightest.


    In fact, he found it strangely familiarit reminded him of his own grandfather.


    Today, Ill cook, Ken said with a hint of humor.


    Seems like cooking is my destiny.


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