Layla walked into Nolan's study room and she slowly placed the tray on the table. Before sitting on his seat. The one usually placed in front of the table. She actually felt like pulling his legs that particular day.
She waited for about five minutes and suddenly became bored, standing up from the chair, she took a look around the study room.
The room was aligned by shelves with old books sitting on it. Books that she was sure were older than her forefathers.
There were no picture frames in his office, everything in there was related to books.
She walked to one part of the shelves and took out a big book, which she wanted to read and Kill her boredom while she waited for Nolan.
Immediately she brought out the book, a picture fell out of it and Layla bent down to pick it up.
Dropping the book on the table, she took a look at the picture. It was a picture of Nolan and a girl.
They both seemed to be teenagers. As Nolan looked so small there, with a passive look on his face.
"He never changes.." she chuckled admiring the picture she was holding and soon, she began to wonder who the girl was.
She hadn't seen that face before. She was quite beautiful and looked happy also.
She was still looking at the picture when the door opened and she abruptly turned to see Nolan at the door.
"Nolan.." she called her face beaming with smiles but her smile fell the moment she saw Carla behind him.
She just couldn't fathom why Carla was always hovering around him.
"Layla, you're here.." he announced looking quite surprised to see her.
"Yes. I brought your breakfast here. I didn't find you on the bed when I woke up. So I guessed you had lots of work to do. That's why I came here.." she said walking close to him and she held his hand, totally ignoring Carla.
"Come on sit. We will have breakfast together" she invited and Nolan was surprised by her sudden sweetness.
"Look I made spaghetti.." she announced happily after Nolan had sat down but then she heard a low chuckle behind her and she turned to see Carla with a sneer written all over her face.
"Nolan hates spaghetti, he hasn't eaten that in years.." Carla scoffed trying to keep a polite face.
Layla actually thought she would make her feel bad, unbeknownst to her Nolan hates spaghetti a lot.
The last person that made him that, was a maid and she was sent to the dungeon for a whole month and then was finally fired, that was how much he hated it.
"I had no idea about it.." Layla muttered softly.
"You don't even know anything about the father of your child.." Carla said sarcastically.
"I'll take it away.." Layla said making way to pick up the tray bit Nolan helped her back.
"No need.." he said.
"I'm sure it'll taste good since you made it.." he stated and Carla suddenly felt her blood boil. When did Nolan suddenly start eating spaghetti?
"Are you sure about this?" She asked and he nodded slowly.
"Alright then. Have some.." Layla announced happily as she dropped the picture she was holding on the table, then Carla's eyes caught something.
"Wait!! Layla, what are you doing with Vera's picture?" She asked, raising her voice.
She smiled knowing how much Nolan hated seeing that. He was definitely going to get angry at Layla.
Layla suddenly froze at the mention of Vera. She knew Vera was Nolan's first mate. The one who tragically died.
"I..." she began to stammer her heart racing in fear as she quickly picked up the picture.
"I'm sorry.." she quickly apologized seeing Nolan's gaze hardened. His icy blue eyes turned cold.
She opened her mouth to speak but then he cut her short..
"Carla, what are you doing here?" She heard him ask in a stern voice.
"I came here...I.." Carla stammered in confusion as Nolan was facing her instead of Layla. Layla was the one with the picture.
"Leave!!" Nolan instructed in a stern voice and Carla knew better than to argue with him, so she hurriedly left the study room in anger.
"Nolan I'm so sorry..." Layla continued with her apology.
"I really didn't mean to. I had no idea she was...."
"Sit down.." Nolan tugged her wrist and he made her sit on her lap.
"Huh?" Layla's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Didn't you come here to eat? The food is getting cold.." he said softly picking up the fork, he carefully twirled the spaghetti around the fork and he slowly placed it in his mouth.
"It tastes nice.." he complimented as Layla just sat on his lap speechlessly. She expected him to get angry but he acted as if he never heard Vera's name or even saw her picture.
"Open up..." he lifted the fork containing spaghetti near Layla's mouth.
"Aren't you hungry?" He asked calmly and she shook her head. She was starving. She was not only feeding one but two people and Layla loved eating, not to talk of when she was pregnant. You could call her a glutton.
"Open up.." he said again and Layla was forced to open her mouth where he gently pushed the spaghetti into her mouth.
He repeated the process for some time, feeding her from time to time when Layla suddenly asked.
"Why aren't you angry at me?" She was forced to ask.
"About what?" He raised a brow at her as if he was completely oblivious of what happened.
"The pict..ure..." she stuttered as he fed her with water.
"I'm sure you prefer a nice and quiet breakfast?" He asked his sudden calmness, sending chills to her spine.
"Yes.." she confessed.
"I also like it.." A smile ghosted his face as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
"You should eat more.." he voiced out while still feeding her. All this while, Layla noticed that he ate little or nothing.
He really didn't like spaghetti. He did what he did earlier, not to make a fool out of her and not to also make her feel bad.
She blushed as she realized what he did. She was really loving that cool version of Nolan.
Gulping down the water he fed her, she promised to make him a very nice dish that afternoon.
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