I’ll Sing To You, Mr. CEO

CHAPTER 12: HUSBAND MATERIAL

The sound of kitchen wares and the fragrance of breakfast that Dunce cooked woke up Lhan. She followed the smell of the bacon and the aroma of the coffee and peppermint. She thought that Fleur cooked the breakfast and totally forgot that Dunce slept at their flat.

She was slightly fazed when she saw Dunce still frying some of the bacon. He was still wearing the same long sleeve shirt.

‘How could someone look so stunning when cooking,’ she thought. 'Is Gideon's eye sickness infecting me now?'

She always told Gideon that he had eye sickness every time he gushed over handsome and gorgeous men. On the table there are poached eggs, garlic rice, coleslaw and soup.

"Aren't you the one cooking our breakfast?" Fleur asked when she saw Lhan fazed in the hallway gazing at the kitchen. She didn't know that Dunce slept on their couch as she directly went to her room as soon as she got home.

Lhan puckered her lips pointing at Dunce.

"Did he sleep here last night?" Fleur's eyes widened when she saw Dunce elegantly standing near the stove holding a pan and a turner.

"Yeah, on the couch. And I forgot that he stayed here. I also thought it was you who is preparing the breakfast." She answered absentmindedly.

"Seriously Lhan? How can you forget that? You forgot or you are just so happy that you had a goodnight sleep when he appeared last night?" Fleur teased her but Lhan kept quiet. "Mr. Dunce is husband material, don't you think so? Isn't he seductive?"

"I'll tell that to boss Aljun." She easily counterattacked her teasing.

"Traitor!" Fleur smiled and hit her shoulder.

"Ouch!" Lhan bellowed and Fleur hugged her as an apology.

Dunce looked at them when he heard Lhan's doleful cry, "You're awake.” He said with a mirth. “Go wash your face, the breakfast is ready. And Fleur don't hug Lhan. Are you lesbian?"

Lhan stared at him, ‘is this his apartment or ours?’

While she remained silent, Fleur was at ease having a conversation with him.

"Mr. Dunce, if there's a lesbian here surely it is not me. I have boyfriend remember?" Fleur shook her head out of disbelief. Never was she suspected of being gay. "And here I am convincing my best friend that you are husband material. Don't be like that Mr. Dunce."

"Really?! Then I take my words back." Dunce smiled as bright as sunshine when he heard Fleur's words.

Lhan rolled her eyes then walked to the communal bathroom. Fleur followed her after giving Dunce a thumbs up. They both washed their face and gargled mouthwash.

As soon as they sat, Dunce gave her a cup of coffee with peppermint tea. "Fleur, you make your own coffee. My service is for my wife alone! I am already kind enough to include you in our breakfast."

"And she was kind enough not to kick you out of here." Lhan said.

"Wow! Mr. Dunce, you already knew what Lhan wants?" Fleur smelled the peppermint. She was shocked that Dunce knew about Lhan's coffee preference. She was just too happy that she disregarded the fact that he didn't make her a cup of coffee.

"Of course! I have carefully watched over her so I know everything about her now." Dunce answered proudly. For the past days that he was courting Lhan, he noticed all the things she liked including those things she doesn't like, her weird but cute gestures.

"So how well do you know my Lhan?" Fleur was trying to test Dunce.

"First and foremost, she is not your Lhan, she is mine." Dunce arrogantly declared as if claiming an expensive property. Seeing how Lhan choked on her coffee, he caressed her back. "Careful, the coffee is still hot."

"It's your fault! Since when did I become your property? You don't even know me well. Don't be so arrogant!" Lhan berserked.

"Who said I don't know you well? I know everything about you. Like drinking coffee with peppermint tea, reading techy magazines and books instead of fashion or gossips news, you don't like desserts that are too sweet but you love leche flan so much, your favorite color is blue but you also love black hues, you love essential oils especially minty and citrusy ones, you have heart shaped mole on your right shoulder near your collarbone, " He paused for a while and looked at her then he continued narrating. "you are 5'5", 50kg, vital statistics 33-24-33. Wifey you are so skinny. Here eat more. You have 32 bras 3 colored black, 15 grey, 7 white, and 7 nudes, your undies..."

This time it was Fleur who choked on her coffee. ‘How far did they go?’

"Stop! How did you know about my undies? Did you rummage my closet? Who allowed you enter my room without my knowledge?" Lhan's eyes were widened. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Mr. Dunce, do you have underwear fetish? My gosh, I'm with her for almost a decade now and yet I don't even know the number of her undies let alone the colors..." Fleur was giggling.

"Do you want me to continue how pretty well I know you?" Feeling proud of himself, Dunce teased Lhan more.

"No stop!" Lhan's face was turning red. But part of her felt happy for some reason. This was the first time she felt embarrassed. She needed to stop him or he might disclose things he shouldn’t be disclosed.

Lhan and Fleur enjoyed their breakfast. Fleur and Dunce talked a lot while Lhan just ate silently. Seeing Lhan's hair strands got in the way while eating, Dunce took her scrunchie which was worn on her right hand like a bracelet. He stood up behind her and tied her hair neatly. Fleur was impressed as how Dunce was so patient and diligent in pursuing her friend. Even this small gesture of him warmed her heart. She was also touched as she saw him put food on Lhan's plate.

Fleur felt happier when Lhan acted as if it was just a common thing for her to be taken care of by Dunce. Even if Lhan was denying her feelings towards Dunce, Fleur knew that her best friend already has fallen for him. 'Ah, what a perfect sight. Lhan surely fell for Dunce already.' Fleur smiled foolishly and dreamily while eating.

Around 7:30 when someone knocked at their door. It was Leif with paper bag on his hands. Dunce asked him to bring a suit. He took a bath and changed into new ones.

While waiting for his master, Leif introduced himself to Fleur. Then at eight, they walked towards the door but Dunce turned back as if he forgot something. He went straight to Lhan who was washing the dishes and turned her body to face him.

"What? Did you forget something?" Lhan was confused for a moment. What she didn't expect was the light pecked on her lips.

"Goodbye kiss." Dunce whispered to her then walked out leaving Lhan in dazed.

Fleur's eyes glowed as she witnessed the scene, Lhan looked like her mind transported somewhere. Fleur giggles brought her senses back. "Now you know how to be flustered!"

"Shoot! How can he just kept on kissing me without warning." Lhan didnt know whether to get mad or cry. She felt shy in front of Fleur especially when the latter giggled. In the end she just turned her back and continued doing the chores pretending that nothing happened.

“Kept kissing?” Fleur didn’t let her answer. Instead she teased her even more by singing Lita Ford's Kiss Me Deadly, "kiss me once, kiss me twice, come on pretty baby, kiss me deadly."

"Ah! Shut up!" Lhan shouted. This was the first time she felt lost.

Fleur laughed while heading to the bathroom with her clothes and towels. She felt victorious as Lhan was ticked off. A very rare moment for Lhan. 'Finally, I won over her!' Fleur thought to herself.

Meanwhile. Leif was taken aback when he saw Dunce kissed Lhan. It never occurred to him that Dunce could smile carefree just because of a girl. He had been working for him for almost 5 years. No matter how persistent the girls around him, he could always find ways to ward them off. He never got too close to anyone and most of the times he just threw those bitches an incensed gaze. But with Lhan it was totally different. He never knew that his boss could smile like that. What's more, he was even humming on the way to his car. A very rare occasion.

Dunce usually didn’t like Leif to drive him whenever he visited Lhan that's why he never knew these expressions of him.

Leif felt at ease seeing his boss was in a good mood. Dunce' irrational behavior while they were abroad tortured him. He was either mad or gloomy and never stopped for rest. Now that they were back, as long as his master was happy everyone would be happy. No matter how weird he was. Right now, his only wish was for Dunce to receive Lhan's yes. 'Now he is already happy while pursuing her, much more when they are in a relationship. Surely, he will be overjoyed. Ms. Lhan, please give my master a chance.' Leif's wishful thinking.