Saving The Villainous Monster From The Male Lead-Chapter 103 - 102: The Pistachio Cake

Instead of waiting outside the Baroness Shop, Eleanore preferred roaming around and maybe eating a bit of her favourite pistachio cakes. The rumours said Eleanore loves plain plum cakes. Although this sweet isn’t that bad, in reality the original Eleanore and this new Eleanore both love any sweet made out of pistachio.

There is a fine bakery from which the original Eleanore loved buying that cake and eating it all up alone. Eleanore wanted to find out if it was really that good or the owner of this body was just being prejudiced towards it.

The carriage pulled over in front of the mint green shop, with white detailed corner walls. It already gave a bit of pistachio vibes.

Marina opened the door of the carriage and the knight that had accompanied her helped her down the carriage. She walked to the door, which easily swung open with a ting, alerting the lady at the counter.

She wore a huge smile to welcome her customer. The door closed on its own behind her, then immediately opened again by Marina, as she accompanied her mistress.

"Welcome, Lady Eleanore." She said, recognising her almost immediately. Her expression seemed relieved as if she was waiting for Eleanore to step in her shop again.

"Hello." Eleanore was a bit confused because she didn’t know the name of this person and believed that the original owner of this body had to remember the name of the owner of her favourite shop.

But she was wrong. The lady didn’t show any signs of discomfort, for the original owner of the body, had never put any effort in remembering her name.

"My lady, you not coming here had almost attacked my sales. Thank you for taking out some time to step into this small shop." She said,

"Oh my! You’re flattering me now." She didn’t like how it sounded like she was some important person.

"Anyways, do you have a pistachio cake?" She asks, running her eyes through the display window.

"Unfortunately, I do not, my lady." Her smile disappeared.

"Even a pastry would be fine." Eleanore adds.

"There is no pistachio sweets left. It was all taken by a man a minute ago."

"Well, that’s sad. Looks like I was a minute late. Anyways, I’ll see you next time then." Eleanore started to turn around and the lady at the counter felt a sense of relief.

She was scared that Eleanore might create a scene over a piece of cake and that she would be in trouble because of that.

When Eleanore swirled around, the door tinged open, revealing a tall man in a cloak that covered up his complete body. For a while, Eleanore was overwhelmed by his presence, a familiar feeling passed through her.

"Lady Eleanore." He spoke, his voice husky identical to the person she had been refusing to meet, for days.

"I thought I would never get to see your face again." He pulled down his hood.

His jet-black hair bounced out of the hood and fell on his forehead. It was not finely set with a jell like always. Simply let down like he was a common man. It took a while for Eleanore to confirm this man was truly Caelestis, until her eyes fell on his scarlet eyes.

"I had just left when I saw your carriage arrive. Finally, I got a chance to talk to you." He was holding a large paper bag of sweets that he had brought from here minutes ago.

"I do not want to talk to you, though." Eleanore said in a firm voice, as she tried to dash out of the shop, but was blocked by his large body.

"Please, let’s talk for a while." He begs.

"No. Move out of my way, grand duke." Her eyes piercing into his heart, when he sees that flickering hatred for him dripping out of those crimson gaze.

"I want to apologise —"

"And I am tired of your relentless mistakes and then recurring apologies that follow." She cuts him off.

"Fine, don’t listen to my apologies, just accept this." He holds out the paper bag, offering the sweets to her.

She looks at that packet and then back at the grand duke. "I do not need the sweets that belong to someone else." She tries to leave again but he continues to obstruct her path.

"They are not for someone else. They are for you." He says, opening the packet and revealing the two mint green cake boxes and a few pastry boxes, in the similar kind of packing.

"They are your favourite, right? That’s why I was bringing them every time I appeared at your mansion." He explains.

Eleanore rolls her eyes. "They aren’t my favourite anymore."

"Please don’t say that." His face drops.

"No, please stop coming to my home. No matter how many times you appear there, I will not see you." She declares.

"Lady Eleanore—" his words ahead get overshadowed by a loud shout that appeared immediately as the door swung open.

"That’s enough!" Hael appears in the shop, immediately on being notified by one of the knights left behind.

When he stood in front of the shop, he saw a large figure wearing a brown cloak blocking the door. He moved a little and Eleanore’s face appeared. She looked annoyed and was probably finding it hard to get out of whatever situation she was in.

"Caelestis, you need to stop this." He says, grabbing Eleanore’s hand and pulling her away from him.

He swung open the door and then walked to the carriage without looking behind. He helped her sister into the carriage and then closed the door before turning around and walked back to his best friend.

"I do not want to see you at my door again, understand?" He yelled.

"Hael, you said I should ask forgiveness from her. I am just trying to do that." He exhales.

"No, you are bothering her. She doesn’t want to talk to you, don’t you understand?" He pushes him back.

"I am not trying to bother her. If only she would listen to me."

"No, she hates you. So, stop now." Saying that he turned around again and before opening the door of the carriage, he said a few last words. "If only you showed so much care before."

With that he sat in the carriage, and it started off.

After that the atmosphere in the carriage remained silent. An awful silence that felt heavy on both of them. The atmosphere didn’t change until they stood in front of the mansion gate.

Hael didn’t say a word, his arms resting on his knees, while hands forming a net over them. His eyes fell on Eleanore, and she straightened her back for whatever was coming their way.

"I’m sorry. I just lost control. Please do not think I was trying to control you or anything." He speaks.

"I know." She assured him that she hadn’t even touched that thought even once.

"He makes my blood boil."

"The feeling is mutual, brother. I hate him just as much as you do. Believe me." Her voice was stern; there was no hesitance in her voice.

"Elle! I will make sure you never have to see his face again."

The seriousness in his tone and the madness in his eyes, scared Eleanore. The possibility of a cold war was rising in front of her. However, she must never let that happen.

"There is no need. I can’t avoid seeing his face forever. Moreover, I have learned to ignore him. You do not need to worry." She says, turning her gaze to the gate of her mansion and the golden letter that said, Sinclair Mansion.

"What about Stella?" She turned back to him. "Did you get a chance to talk to her?"

Heal, rubbed his jaw once and then looked up from the wooden ground of the carriage. "Yes."

"Well, what happened then? Did she forgive you?" She continued her stream of questions early.

"No."

Eleanore gulped on hearing that. She didn’t expect Stella to wave a genuine apology from a man as kind as her brother. Maybe she is prejudiced, and he isn’t as kind and amazing as she thinks, yet can a person who loves another person not be able to forgive them?

She placed her hand on his tensed ones and said in an assuring voice. "Don’t worry. She will forgive you. Just give her some time, okay?"

After that, Eleanore opens the door of the carriage and jumps down, jolting the carriage a bit and then holding out her hand.

"Shall we get in now?" She asks.

Hael smiled and took her hand, pretending to put his weight on her and getting down. She locked her arm around his.

"Well, brother? Do you like Stella?" She asks.

"She is a fine woman." Hael doesn’t quite catch the meaning behind her question.

Eleanore tilted her head. "Brother. Not in that way. I mean, do you have any romantic feelings for her?"

Hael’s face jolted to her way. Red as a tomato.

"Do you?" She pushed a little bit and Hael remained quiet.

"Honestly, I quite like her. Moreover, having her as my sister-in-law would be great. I am ready. What do you say?"

Hael fluttered a little bit and still remained quiet. Unable to find a good answer to give.