Chapter 593: 13.91

"Young Master, I'm home—" 

Matthew returned to the hut without the sight of Young Master Jean sitting on the rocking chair, greeting him with his sweet smile. Which was very unsettling for him. He'd expect Young Master Jean to greet him like a good wife he could be in the future. 

Matthew had planned everything, including the life they would have in the future. He had planned to make Jean his bride, and everything was according to his plan. As long as Young Master Jean finally forgot about everything before and gave himself, including his body, to him.

Matthew got worried once he saw no sign of Young Master Jean outside. 

'Did someone finally able to break in? No, that couldn't be because I have a powerful barrier around," Matthew thought. 'That monster also told me that nobody would be able to disturb them. So there was no way someone could enter the hut.'

Matthew walked slowly to the opened door. He had created a dark sphere on his left hand, just in case, he got attacked. 

"Jean?" Matthew called Jean's name, but there was no answer.

"Jean? Young Master Jean?" Matthew called his beloved Master's name again. 

Again, there was no response, but he could faintly hear the sound of someone humming from the kitchen. 

Matthew didn't lower his guard. He prowled to the kitchen, still with a dark sphere on his palm. 

~In the Brokeback mountain. We had fun, definitely safe non-smutty fun, ah ah~

Matthew saw Young Master Jean sitting on a chair while cutting few vegetables. He was singing a song that was foreign to Matthew's ear. Probably it was one of those songs only the nobles could learn when they were kids. 

"Young Master Jean?" 

Jean turned his head, and his smile bloomed when he saw Matthew, "Ah, you're finally home!"

The dark sphere in Matthew's palm disappeared, but he was still stunned by the fact that Young Master Jean suddenly had enough energy to do something.

"Young Master, how—"

"Ah, don't call me Young Master, just call me Jean, remember?" 

"You can walk?" Matthew asked. He had used and predicted that the effect of body weakening should last a lot longer. 

"Well, it's not really walking…." Jean smiled bitterly. "I just… drag myself. Since my leg isn't working..."

"I tried to walk, but once I got up from the rocking chair, I fell instantly, look—"

Jean showed a bruise on his elbow after he fell and the dirt on his pants because he dragged himself to the kitchen.

"But don't worry, I can do stuff without your help!" Jean said. Matthew stared at Young Master Jean. The once high and mighty Jean looked pitiful now, so pitiful that it stung Matthew's heart. 

"What are you doing anyway? You can just wait for me to return home if you need something…."

"No, no, I can't do that every time. Just because my body hasn't recovered doesn't mean that I can get too dependent on you. I want to be useful as well!" Jean said. "I baked a pie for us. Since I saw plenty of apples from yesterday, so I make it into an apple pie."

Jean showed a warm apple pie on the stove. It was slightly burnt, but it still looked good and fragrant, "I—I'm sorry for the burnt part, but it's delicious, I guarantee!" 

…

Matthew stared at Jean and then at the apple pie. He couldn't believe that Jean cooked for a peasant like him, "You… you don't need to do such thing, Jean…."

"Um… it's just a token of my gratitude. Matthew has been taking care of me for so long. This is the least I could do…." Jean insisted. His cheeks reddened slightly, "Besides, it's not only a token of gratitude. I… I've always been planning to cook for my husband in the future."

"That's why I learned how to cook from a young age…."

"You want to cook for your husband, does this mean—" 

Matthew's heart was beating fast as he faced an event that he had fantasized about for so long. He couldn't believe such a scene in his fantasy would truly happen right in front of his eyes.

His beloved Young Master Jean, with his beautiful face and ruddy cheeks, presenting him with a cake that he personally made for his boyfriend.

But this time, it was even better.

It was for his husband.

"Does this mean… you are thinking of me as your—" Matthew couldn't continue. He had no heart to claim something that wasn't his, at least not yet. 

But Jean took the initiative and nodded, "Yes, well… You take care of me, and I've lived with you for a while. I've never thought about this until a few days ago... I truly saw you as my husband, Matthew…."

"M—Matthew Husband…" 

Ba-Dump!

Matthew gulped as he felt that his heart was beating unnaturally. His body trembled, unable to contain this strong feeling inside his heart. 

He had waited for so long, planned everything for his beloved Little Jean, who grew up to be Young Master Jean, to be his wife in the future. 

Including planting dark sprout inside Archduke Maximillien's heart every time he visited the Palace, giving the necklace full of dark energy to sip out Young Master Jean's holy protection that was given by Saint Raphael since he was a kid, and also kidnapping Young Master Jean so they could live together in this hut. 

He wondered if this was just a dream, even though he was the one that created this reality. 

Jean got too embarrassed and tried to lighten the awkward situation, "Ah, it's too embarrassing. I think I got too confident. It's obvious that Matthew likes a woman instead. I'm sorry, I will drop this matter. Please ignore my—"

Jean held his breath when Matthew suddenly hugged him tightly. He could sense the possessiveness in Matthew when he hugged him deeper, buried Jean in his broad chest, "Jean, I love you. I've been in love with you for so long. You're the only one occupying my mind every day."