Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 533

Luke glared at Adrian, his eyes flashing a warning.

Even knowing it was a calculated guilt trip, Selene couldn't just let him stand outside eating a hamburger. "I'll make you a bowl of noodles to go with dinner."

As she started to get up, Luke interjected, "I'll do it."

"I want noodles made by Selene!" Adrian declared, a triumphant glint in his upturned eyes.

"Don't push your luck," Luke warned.

But Selene was already heading into the kitchen, with Adrian trailing right behind her.

"Your brother-in-law told me not to push my luck," Adrian said, his voice a low purr. "So how about I give you a shoulder rub? You cook for me, I'll massage you. A fair trade, wouldn't you say?"

The man's voice was intoxicating, sending a warm tingle through Selene's ears.

"You really know how to push it," she said with a laugh in her voice.

"Oh? You don't want a massage?" If Adrian were a dog, his fluffy ears would have drooped.

"Behave," Selene admonished him gently, "or my brother will throw you out."

Adrian's metaphorical fox ears perked up again, his dark eyes sparkling like starlight. He leaned in as if sharing a delicious secret. "So, you're worried he'll kick me out? In that case, I'll sneak back to give you a massage when he's not around."

The glass door separated the kitchen from the dining room, creating two different worlds. Luke sat at the table, watching Selene and Adrian on the other side. The kitchen was spacious, but with the two of them inside, it felt full to bursting. Through the glass, he could see Selene's flushed ears, her defiant eyes, her every smile and expression.

"Hmm?" Daph's curious voice broke through his thoughts. "What's wrong, Uncle Luke?" She had sensed his shift in mood.

"It's nothing," Luke replied.

Daph licked a grain of rice from her chopsticks. "Did you eat some garlic, Uncle? Your rice doesn't seem very tasty anymore."

"…"

Caught off guard by Daph's perception, Luke quickly straightened his posture.