Ice Prince: Rewrite The Star

Where is the man who is so graceful and noble-like Chleo known? Is this Maximillian?

"Aren't you going to cook something for me? I'm starving." was her thoughtful answer to avoid the absurd choice of her lover.

Max laughed as he allowed Chleo to drive him away by pushing his back.

"Alright." Max summoned his butler and introduced him to Chleo. "Sam, could you please attend her while I'm cooking?"

"Uhm." Chleo felt bad about having to let the young man cook for her while she was doing nothing. "Do you need me to help you?"

"No. I need you to wait here and do whatever you want to do. Let me serve you, my princess."

Chleo smiled shyly. This lover of hers really knows how to please a girl.

"If you say so."

After that, Max went to the kitchen to start his activities, and butler Sam led her to a room.

Chleo didn't know what to do while waiting for Max to finish cooking. But she saw a magazine on the long table, and she decided to read it to ease her boredom.

Soon butler Sam came back into the room and informed her that the dinner was ready.

Chleo put the magazine back down and walked into the dining room, where the delicious scent assaulted her nostrils. The aroma was delicious to arouse hunger. Whereas previously, she was not very hungry because she had eaten quite a lot before leaving Honololulu earlier.

But as soon as she smelled the delicious aroma of her lover's cooking, her stomach rumbled.

Chleo could see how attentive and considerate her lover was as Max arranged the menu dish on the dining table. She was pretty sure the young man had forgotten the absurd choice he had made a moment ago.

Little did she know, what Max had planned was far from what she had expected. Max seemed to be giving in, but actually, he still hadn't given up on getting the girl to kiss him. After all, the girl's confused face was so adorable that he didn't get tired of teasing her.

"It looks mouth-watering. What is this?"

"It's the Mediterranean. The contents are quinoa, hard-boiled eggs, chickpeas, carrots, and yogurt sauce. I made the sauce myself."

"You did? That's so… amazing. I'm ashamed of myself. I can't cook. The only I can do is make spaghetti and omelet."

"That's nice. I'd love to try it someday."

"Are you mocking me?" pouted Chleo.

Compared to Mediterranean cuisine and mouth-watering salads, Chelo's simple dishes were nothing.

"How could I? I truly wish to taste your cooking." Max playfully pinched her cheek, and he was amused to see her adorable sulking face. "Please, do sit, my lady." Max pulled up one of the chairs and spoke in a charming British accent.

"Thank you, sir. That's kind of you." Chleo replied, imitating the way Max spoke, making both of them laugh out loud.

Max pulled out another chair and sat next to Chleo, and looked at his lover as Chleo took a spoonful for her to taste.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"Hmmmm…" Chleo didn't answer him, but her awe-stricken face and the sigh of pleasure gave the answer. Max smiled, amused at the cute expression on the girl's face.

"It's so delicious. I've never eaten this delicious meal in my life. You're the best." said Chleo while pointing her two thumbs at Max.

"I know it's not the best, but thanks for complimenting me." Max stroked the back of Chleo's head gently then continued eating.

Indeed, this was not the best food Chleo had ever eaten. She once ate much tastier food than this with her family when they went on vacation to Italy. But the kind of feeling was quite different.

The food she ate in Italy came from the best chefs in the world and was paid to serve up some of the best and tastiest cuisine that nothing could compare to. Meanwhile, Maximillian cooked especially for her.

Of course, the kind of feeling was different. Although Chleo admitted that this Mediterranean was no better than restaurants in Italy, she preferred Max's cooking. If she could choose it, she would still choose this one over the Italian menu.

"But I'm not lying when I say you're the best. I'd rather eat what you make than eat someone else's."

Max never expected to hear such honey-like words from the girl. Ah, how could this girl always give him blow after the pleasant blow?

"Are you persuading me to cook for you again tomorrow night?"

"What?" how could he turn her words into such a selfish request? "No… that… Stop teasing me." Chleo complained sullenly then finished her food quickly.

"I'm not teasing you. By the way, when are you going to kiss me?"

Chleo choked on her food and coughed violently when she heard her lover's last words. Max swiftly handed her a glass of water while patting Chleo's back gently.

"Are you okay? Is my question that shocking?"

Chleo's eyes were a little teary from coughing mixed with her frustration because it seemed her boyfriend wouldn't stop teasing her until he got what he wanted.

"Do I have to choose?"

"Of course. Didn't you say you were disappointed that I didn't kiss you? That's why I gave you good options."

Good options!? No one asked him to give her options??!!

"Max, were you in a relationship with another girl before me?"

"No. You're the first." Max still answered even though he was a bit confused by this sudden question. He was starting to suspect that Chleo was deliberately trying to divert their conversation.

"You are lying. How can you be so good at seducing women like this?"

"That's because you're so irresistible." Max laughed at his lover's spoiled pout. He pinched Chleo's chin and swayed her head lovingly.

"You're so annoying!"

Max chuckled in amusement and decided to stop teasing her before the girl got annoyed with him. They finished their meal, and Chleo helped Max clean up the dirty plates and bowls.

At the same time, there were many pairs of eyes watching the couple's interactions.

"If the master does it himself, what's the point of us here?"

"Second. Moreover, we have an automatic dishwasher. Why don't they just put it in the machine?"

"Don't you know what it's like to be young? Master would want to do everything with his loved one. Doing something as trivial as washing the dishes won't be fun if you just put it straight into the automatic machine."

"Ah, they truly are a perfect match. One is handsome, while the other one is beautiful. They look like gorgeous actors and actresses in romantic dramas. They will surely be accepted into the acting world if they apply to a film company."

"I heard you."

Maximillian's short announcement made the gossiping maids gasp.

Without waiting for their master's next sentence, they all rushed outside to find something they could do.

Max just shook his head. Since Chleo's arrival, the maids haven't stopped humming happily. They even say something that doesn't make sense.

They said the mansion that used to look somber and lonely was now full of color since Chleo's arrival.

Well, he did not mind the enthusiasm of his attendants. He himself also felt happy and no longer felt lonely since meeting Chleo. But he hoped they weren't gossiping so loudly that the girl could hear them, and now her face turned beet red.

To be honest, he was enjoying Chleo's blush, which was now flustered by the gossip of his maids.

"You know, you don't have to kiss my lips if you're shy."

Chleo almost dropped the plate from her hand when she heard those words. This guy still hasn't given up the idea!!?

She had no other choice but to fulfill his wish, then. Otherwise, this guy wouldn't stop teasing her.

Chleo rinsed the plate with water, then wiped it dry. After placing the plate onto the dish rack, Chleo shifted closer to the clueless man. Chleo pulled his shoulder slightly then…

Cup!

Her pair of tiny lips landed perfectly on the man's cheek, making Max dumbfounded. Max did expect it, but… he didn't expect the girl just to attack him easily.

"Thank you for the food," said Chleo with a big smile, but she felt her blood rush to her face right now.

Under normal circumstances, Max would feel happy and might even tease her further. But instead, his chest felt cramped, and his head was assaulted with excruciating pain.

Why does he feel dejavu?

'Thank you for the food.' suddenly, another memory popped up in his head.

The same eyes, the same smile.

Max turned off all his other senses and focused his energy on seeing the child's face without realizing it. He had managed to break through the defensive seal that locked his memory and saw the whole figure of the black-haired little girl.

That girl is… Chleora!?

Pang!!

Max held his head with both hands in pain.. The last voice he heard was Chleo calling his name before he fell into the darkness… once again.