The Conquerors Path-Chapter 665-Tasty.......

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Chapter 665-Tasty.......

As Grace whispered those words, her warm breath brushed against my ear. I met her eyes, and in that moment, the world around us seemed to fade into the background. The soft glow of the chandeliers, the murmur of distant conversations—all of it blurred into insignificance compared to the woman before me.


"It's more than perfect," I replied, a hidden sly smile playing on my lips. Grace's eyes sparkled with a shared sentiment, and we found ourselves momentarily lost in the silent exchange of emotions, though the lust in my mother's eyes still lay stronger than ever.


Aria, in her innocence, noticed the brief pause in the conversation and looked between us with wide-eyed curiosity. "What are you two talking about?" she asked, the remnants of her playful giggles still lingering.


Grace chuckled, reaching over to tousle Aria's hair. "Just how much we love being together as a family," she said, her gaze shifting to me with a huge wave of affection, love, and desire.


Aria beamed at the sentiment, seemingly satisfied with the answer. The waiter returned with our dessert—a trio of decadent delights. Aria's chocolate sundae, adorned with an assortment of colorful sprinkles, took center stage. Grace and I exchanged amused glances as Aria dove into the dessert with unrestrained enthusiasm.


As Aria savored the sweet treat, I leaned slightly closer, and whispered, "You look stunning tonight, Grace. the most beautiful queen of the night."


A soft blush painted Grace's cheeks, and she playfully nudged me. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Charming."


With a twinkle in my eye, I replied, "Everywhere is exactly where I want to be with you and inside you~."


The exchange held a subtle dance of affection, a language of love spoken through glances and whispered words. Aria, absorbed in her chocolate delight, remained blissfully unaware of the currents passing between her 'parents' or did she?


Taking a spoonful of my own dessert—a rich tiramisu—I extended it toward Grace. "Try this. It's divine," I suggested the unspoken invitation lingering in the air.


Grace met my gaze, and with a playful smile, she accepted the bite. The shared sweetness of the tiramisu became a metaphor for the shared sweetness of our life together, which is taboo in every sense of the word. The restaurant, the grandeur, and even the grand ball were eclipsed by the simplicity of love exchanged in a bite of dessert.


As we continued to share bites and savor the delectable treats, the atmosphere became charged with an unspoken connection. Aria, finishing her sundae, gazed at us with an expression that hinted at a mix of confusion and longing. The subtle dance of our affectionate exchange had not gone unnoticed by our observant daughter.


Grace, always attuned to the nuances of our family dynamics, in here I mean both families, one including my sisters too, hence my mother reached over and took Aria's hand. "Sweetheart, would you like to try Daddy's tiramisu?" she offered, her eyes holding a warmth that sought to include.


Aria's eyes brightened, and she eagerly nodded. Grace scooped a small portion onto a spoon and fed it to Aria. The trio of us, connected by this simple act of sharing, created a tableau of familial love.


'Though this will be very ugly later on'


I am already feeling a pang of guilt in my heart but hey what else can I do? everything I do I do to live and in the end what I will be doing will only make things very well between my mother and Aria, opening up to a secret from long lost into the past.


Beneath the surface, a seed of longing began to sprout within Aria, I can tell, a seed from several different things coming together. The shared bites, the whispered exchanges, the intimate connection between her parents—it all formed a mosaic that left her feeling momentarily excluded. The 'innocent' heart of a child, craving undivided attention, started to feel a subtle ache, well that's how others can see it but I can see more.


As Grace continued to share bites between us, I couldn't shake the awareness of this undercurrent. It was a delicate balance, managing the romantic connection between Grace and me while ensuring Aria felt cherished and included. Grace, ever intuitive, sensed the shift in Aria's demeanor.


With a tender smile, Grace directed her attention to Aria. "How about we all share a bite together, like a team?" she suggested, trying to bridge the gap between the romantic intimacy and Aria's need for inclusion.


Aria's face brightened, and she nodded eagerly. Grace's intention to include her in the shared sweetness of the moment was genuine, and the trio, once again, united in the simple act of enjoying dessert.


I whispered, this normal action making Grace's eyes widen and Aria asked.


"What's that Daddy?"


Her tone is curious though I could see the dark things brewing within her eyes.


"Just an appetizer, my little sweet pea."


I replied with a smile.


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'I better not see that in the panel!'


Thus with a very dark atmosphere, we gathered around the remaining portion of tiramisu, the anticipation evident on Aria's face dark. Grace delicately scooped a portion onto a spoon, ensuring it was a combination of cake, creamy mascarpone, and a hint of coffee, though her legs were trembling, all three of us acting as if what happened before didn't this just raising the dark feelings everywhere. Aria opened her mouth, and Grace, with a flourish, fed her the bite, shame all over her and something else all over Aria.


Aria's eyes widened, and a delighted expression spread across her face, the dark atmosphere fully melting away at the taste. "Yummy!" she exclaimed, her joy contagious.


'She really is getting better at hiding everything'


I couldn't help but marvel at the simplicity of the moment—a family sharing laughter and bites of dessert. The initial undercurrent of longing that Aria felt seemed to dissipate, replaced by the genuine joy of being together, at least that's what's being seen.


As we continued to share bites, Grace's gaze locked with mine, and an unspoken understanding passed between us. The romantic connection we shared now coexisted harmoniously with the familial love that enveloped us. Grace's eyes sparkled with affection, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate balance we navigated.


Aria, still reveling in the sweetness of the tiramisu, looked between us, her eyes wide with innocence. "Mommy, Daddy, can we do this again? It's fun!"


Her tone hit at something else.


Grace chuckled, her laughter like a melody in the air. "Absolutely, sweetheart. Family bites should be a tradition, don't you think so hubby?"


I grinned, enjoying the lighthearted banter. "Definitely, Love. Our very own family tradition of shared bites."


The waiter, attentive to our table, approached with a smile. "Is everything to your satisfaction?" he inquired.


I nodded graciously. "Everything is perfect, thank you."


The waiter, someone I control and command, having done his work, with a courteous nod, retreated to give us the space to enjoy our dessert. Aria, still buzzing with excitement, spoke up. "Daddy, can we go explore other places after this? I want to see more pretty things!"


The prospect of further exploration delighted Aria, and Grace and I exchanged a knowing glance. "Of course, my love," I replied. "We can take a stroll and discover more wonders together."


'Many wonders of Grace's body'


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