Like prey

Vernon headed to the kitchen to prepare two places and placed the food around the table.

Luckily, he remembered how the table had been set before. If not, he would have made a mess. Finishing it up with the bottle of chilled wine he had ordered a few days prior, juice he felt that she no doubt had personally squeezed.

He felt a warmness in his chest, wanting to take her once again, but stayed calm.

Looking at the dishes and drinks, Vernon felt she would make the perfect housewife and mother.

She would need some etiquette classes, but besides that, he felt she was otherwise perfect.

The female in question appeared jogging down the steps, her thick curly hair tumbling just past her shoulders around her head in a dark halo and the attire he had specially placed for her enhanced that slim but shapely form to the max.

He is a man who loved a well-endowed woman before, but this woman even though she had barely a handful he thought that they were attractive. Especially at this moment, wearing the clothes he had carefully prepared for her.

Her face was bare, neck, hands, and ears.

Vernon thought of all the perfectly groomed women who had always made so much effort to look beautiful and thought of her who is naturally so with no effort.

His lower body part rose slowly, wanting her once more.

Vernon knew he had been a bit rough not too long ago, especially when his anger was at its highest.

Thinking that this is only the second time and she could be possibly pregnant with his child. He decided to search online on information that could help him better take care of his possibly pregnant woman.

He did not want to harm either of them.

(Author: I think this dude is somewhat delusional, like ugh,)

"Christmas was that night when we met. The next day... How did you spend it? New years?"

Vernon was not one who celebrated Christmas before. His dad would hold a family banquet exchanging gifts while his mother gave him red packets. Since the death of his father, the brothers had gone their separate ways and their mother had rarely returned home.

It was like every other day to them.

After such a wonderful night, Vernon thought he should get the family together. Probably by then he will have a beautiful daughter like her or a son.

Excited but keeping his face neutral, Vernon waited for her to reply, but the woman only frowned.

"It was a normal day for me. Why?"

Vernon tried his best not to frown. Forming a conversation with this woman was similar to pulling teeth. Releasing a breath, Vernon inhaled again, calming himself by taking in her form.

He had never thought that something so simple could arouse him so easily. This woman is fatal without any effort. Vernon wondered how she would be when she did become interested.

He felt he would become a slave to her.

Wearing the outfit Vernon had personally picked out, Vernon thought she looked much more delicious than the meal, before his mind derailed, Vernon replied, "I have taken you twice and had yet to know your name, it is only polite that I ask."

Because Vernon had been staring at her like prey about to escape, he did not miss how she both stiffened in her seat and the barely concealed surprise in those beautiful eyes.

Then suddenly she smiled.

His breath was caught. Vernon felt that he saw a miracle, something so important occurring in front of him. He could not help but to stare at her in wonder. She reached for the food but he stopped her, feeling loss as to what to do after but he received a few pointers from her.

"I see you have never served yourself before. All the meals I had prepared before, it is good I had already set them for you to eat immediately. In fact, I find it amazing that you had personally set the table so nice."

"Does Finger food at social events count?"

"Haha, no."

"Mm."

He saw her place a piece of meat in her mouth then slowly chew.

After she was finished, she poured some of the juice and took a sip before returning to her food. Watching her eat, Vernon noticed that her way of eating seemed like an art, it was clean, her back was straight elbows were off the table, when she chewed her mouth was closed and she picked up just enough that it would not dirty her mouth or fall from the fork.

Vernon felt that the way she ate was similar to those with class. He wondered if the information he had was even true or a smokescreen.

"Your food is great. Where did you learn to cook?" Vernon asked, wanting to know more about her.

There is a no-talking rule during meals, but he could not help but to forego that rule just to learn more about her.

He admits that he is exceptionally greedy.

"Home. I watched my gran and mother during meals, then I bought a few books and the cooking channel."

"Do you always cook for the people at the guesthouses?"

"No, I usually just clean, but occasionally I would cook for the elderly where I clean and upon request for some events."

Attentively, Vernon listened. The two spoke about various subjects throughout the meal. He felt extremely content glad about his decision.

—-

"Second young master Müller, would you like another drink?"

Vergon was absent-minded by what his elder twin had suddenly been doing.

His emotions were so strong that they blended into him.

Of course, this was not a bad thing because now Vergon can meet the woman his brother had decided on.

For some reason, he felt excited by this and to extent found the other women around him at present bland and disgusting.

Deciding to leave immediately, Vergon signalled for his driver to bring the car around.

Out front, Vergon saw the woman he had once cared for and even contemplated being with but since his brother did not warm up to her Vergon had decided to take a step back and treat her as a casual friend helping her only when the need arose.

The woman at present was dressed in a flowing mid-calf white dress. Her long almost waist-length brown hair flowed freely around her while her face was made up enhancing her beauty.

Before he would have spared her a longer glance, thinking how it would feel to have this woman as his but now, Vergon simply spared her a glance and continued on his way, he had much more pressing matters.

Picking up his phone, Vergon called his elder twin. Leaning back casually was a man who looked exactly like himself except for those cold eyes.

"Elder brother, you seem to have been quite busy."

"Yes,"

Vergon stared at his brother unblinkingly before he asked,

"Who is she?"

"Our future woman."

"Who says I wish to share this one?"

"We have never shared before because they had been casual but this one I wish to make my wife adding to the fact she could be pregnant now…"

Vergon felt surprised, he felt excited and thought that finally an offspring.

His brother continued speaking, "... She is flighty, so we will need to slowly coax her. She will be the Specially invited chef at the upcoming garden party. I wish to give her a glimpse of my life. I must warn you, do not allow any trouble. If she is hurt in any way and runs or our child is hurt, I will show no mercy."

Vergon stayed silent, the emotion from his brother almost overwhelming him. Once he settled the overwhelming emotions, Vergon answered.

"Elder brother, I will not harm a woman who has the potential to be ours and the mother of our children."

"Once you are aware,"

Vernon hung up, leaving Vergon in a somewhat cheerful mood.

Running his hand through his blond hair, Vergon pondered for a bit; his brother said she is flighty but from through the bond they had he knew his brother had many mixed feelings. Vernon is a man who is ruthless when taking what he wants, but their little woman?

It would be harder, it would be easier to blend with his brother and show the more patient and romantic side to quickly win her over. The straight blond hair flopped once again, covering a high forehead and half of his perfect brows.

"Call the barber." He told the driver who doubled as a half assistant.

It would be better to shave it close to his scalp like his brother.

That way, he can have fewer complications with her.