Chapter 272: Chapter 272

Giselle awoke still sprawled on the table.

Her arms and legs were sore and numb, which made the pastry chef gently inhale as she instinctively massaged them.

She turned her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

“Is it already half-past two?”

The pastry chef was surprised to see the time.

She had only meant to nap for a short while; how had she slept until midnight?

Looking out of the display window, she saw that the sky had long since darkened.

The pastry chef was a bit annoyed with herself.

In the midst of the pastry chef’s prayers, sounds of a car came from the street outside; she immediately looked out from the display window and, upon seeing the figure of Jason stepping out from the back seat of the car, she instantly ran to open the door.

“I thought something was going to happen.”

“We made it back safely.”

Bansey seemed a bit regretful.

“How could there be so much trouble?”

“The previous incident was just an accident.”

Jason said as he got out of the car.

He wasn’t just humoring Bansey.

‘Food’ might blend into the crowd, but there weren’t many of them, and it took quite a long time for them to grow.

Otherwise, Newdeth City would have become ‘Gourmet City’ long ago.

No, that’s not right.

It would be, Monster City.

“Your Lordship Jason, haven’t you noticed that after we lost one person, things became very safe?”

Bansey stood in front of the car door, hands on the roof, wiggling his eyebrows at Jason with a teasing look on his face.

“Are you saying Edward is the root of all ‘disaster’ again?”

“That’s what you said, not me,” Bansey said with a grin, then, seeing the female pastry chef emerge, he quickly greeted her: “Apologies for the late disturbance, Ms. Giselle.”

“Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?”

“I still have some pastries and cookies here.”

The female pastry chef waved her hand and asked.

“Because of some cases that happened before, I need to get back to work…”

“Then take some with you, on the house.”

The female pastry chef gently interrupted Bansey’s excuse.

This kind of gentle interruption carried a sense of inevitability.

Of course, the most important thing was ‘free’.

Upon hearing this word, Bansey instantly capitulated.

Poverty made him choose to wait.

But, as the female pastry chef turned around, Bansey was taken aback.

“Ms. Giselle, on your back?”

Bansey reminded the female pastry chef.

She turned her head trying to see what was on her back, but her body structure made it impossible to see clearly, and it would be quite impolite to pull on her clothes to look in front of Bansey.

Luckily, Jason was there.

“Jason, could you help me out?”

The female pastry chef naturally turned around, her back facing Jason, and lifted her hair.

Jason raised his hand and took down the note that was attached to the female pastry chef’s back.

The whole process was quite ordinary, without any awkwardness, especially under the soft lighting of the shop, it felt warm and natural.

However, Bansey standing there suddenly felt a little queasy.

At the far end of the street, a stray dog passed by and gave Bansey a series of soft ‘woofs’, as if it had found a kindred spirit.

Jason didn’t look closely at the folded note but handed it to the female pastry chef.

He wouldn’t pry into a friend’s privacy without a reason.

“So she did leave a note for me!” the female pastry chef said happily.

Then, she excitedly opened the note.

The female pastry chef suddenly exclaimed.

Jason immediately lowered his gaze to the note and, upon reading the text, a look of surprise crossed his face.

The female pastry chef didn’t say a word, simply handing the note to Bansey.