Chapter 95

"No, no, no! How many times do I have to tell you, you don't swing your arms like that!"

Leyla's frustrated voice could be heard from outside of the small shack. Col who held his axe in hand was sweating bullets as he turned to glance at the small fair lady standing next to the door.

At the moment, she appeared to be the furthest thing away from a fairy, a whip had even materialized in her hand as she watched him making him gulp loudly.

'How did this happen?' He asked himself.

After her injuries flared up again, Leyla had finally agreed to his proposal to stay in his small cottage while she recovers. Col was ecstatic to hear that she was staying, his mind kept thinking about the numerous ways he could use to get closer to her.

Perhaps cook for her? No, he had no trust in his culinary arts, plus did immortal fairies even have any need for food? Then what did that leave him with?