ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES - Chapter 164 Dining with a fairy?

Chapter 164 Dining with a fairy?

“Are you hungry?” The question resonated with dual meanings in Kan’s mind, prompting him to ponder, “Is she referring to her body as the feast, or does she mean an actual meal?”

The uncertainty lingered until her clarifying words dissolved the ambiguity. “I’ve prepared some fries and downies a while ago. I’ll go arrange the table; I hope you’d like it,” she disclosed.

Kan, initially disappointed by the mundane reality of a meal, mustered a smile. “I’ll give it a try,” he acquiesced.

“I bet,” she replied, gracefully gliding away towards the door to set the dining scene. Kan couldn’t help but marvel at the juxtaposition of her beauty and the casualness with which she flaunted her nudity.

Before she exited, she turned back, her gaze fixing on him. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she inquired.

Kan, honest in his admission, replied, “Well, I don’t actually remember you.”

“Well, you went past me at the hospital some days ago,” she said.

Her revelation about being the nurse he encountered at the hospital two days ago sparked a flicker of recognition.

“Oh, didn’t catch your face at that moment,” Kan admitted with a newfound smile.

However, the mention of the elapsed time jolted him. “Wait, did you just say two days ago? I thought that was supposed to be yesterday? You mean I was out for two days?” Kan questioned, surprise etched on his face.

“Yeah, considering how mentally and physically injured you were, I thought you’d be out for about a week,” she explained.

Kan’s realization triggered concern for his family. “Ellie and Mum might be looking for me right now,” he mumbled to himself, visibly shocked.

Trying to conceal his anxiety, he assured the nurse, “Uhmm, nothing really.”

“Okay, what’s your name?” She asked Kan.

“I’m Kanakan or just Kan, and you are…?” Kan reciprocated the question.

“I’m Malie,” she replied with another smile.

“Nice name you’ve there.” Kan complimented her name.

“Thanks, but can you remember what happened the evening you were unconscious?” She asked curiously.

Malie’s question about that fateful night garnered a vague response from Kan, who admitted, “Not really.”

With that, Malie excused herself to attend to the dining table. “Lemme get the table ready.”

Despite lingering dizziness, Kan managed to rise and approached the mirror where Malie had just been.

As Kan ambled towards the mirror, his reflection unfolded a silent narrative of battle he fought and the scars he earned which were not much to talk about as they were healing fine.

“Wonder what happened to him?” Kan said, muttering underneath his breath. His mind had trailed off to Ralph at that moment.

The dim light in the room accentuated the contours of healing wounds that crisscrossed his visage, a testament to the skirmish that had unfolded two days ago.

“This is one hell of a scar!” Kan lamented.

His eyes fixated on the healing wounds, a visual timeline of the physical toll exacted by the ordeal. The once-prominent gashes, now in various stages of closure, bore witness to the body’s remarkable capacity for regeneration.

“She says she’s a healer, why didn’t she just take me back to the hospital? Why bring me home? And how did she even carry me?” Kan began to rummage through a bunch of things that weren’t adding up while all the while rubbing his hand against his bruised skin.

A tapestry of scabs and fading bruises adorned his skin, an intricate map of the recent past.

Kan’s gaze lingered on the scars, his fingers almost instinctively reaching towards them. As he traced the lines with a gentle touch, he could feel the subtle topography of his own healing.

The mirror reflected not just the physical recovery but also the resilience etched into his very being.

A sudden realization gripped Kan as he turned his attention to his neck. The familiar black mark, the conduit he once used to contact Lilith, was conspicuously absent. His fingertips explored the now bare skin, confirming the absence of the spot.

“Lilith’s still out there!” The thought occurred to him.

“I have to go find her, she must be in trouble or maybe causing trouble,” Kan added he walked to the door in order to quickly get Lilith.

Stepping out of the room, Kan was greeted by the alluring aroma of the meal prepared by Malie. The enticing scent wafted through the air, beckoning him towards the source of the culinary masterpiece.

However, upon reaching the well-furnished dining table, a surprising sight met his eyes – it stood devoid of any culinary offerings.

The emptiness of the table mirrored the unexpected void left by the missing mark on his neck, introducing an element of mystery that lingered in the atmosphere.

The contrast between the tantalizing scent and the absence on the table hinted at a narrative yet to unfold, leaving Kan on the threshold of both culinary and enigmatic discoveries.

Malie emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of delicacies in her hands. “Just in time. I hope you’ll like it. I prepared it in the special way my people do,” she expressed warmly as she placed the dish on the table. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

Kan, with a sense of urgency, conveyed his imminent departure. “Oh, don’t worry. I have something else to attend to. Thanks for the help!”

Curiosity sparked in Malie’s eyes as she inquired, “Is it because I’m not an elf? What? You have a thing against fairies?!” Her hands rested casually on her naked waist, the question carrying a subtle playfulness.

“Ahh, no! I just have to deal with something else. Don’t worry about any of that and thanks for taking me in,” Kan reassured, punctuating his words with a promising smile.

“Just a bite of the downies will do. I believe you need some energy for whatever you have in mind,” Malie suggested, extending a piece of the delectable Downies with a cute smile gracing her lips.

Kan, captivated by her charm, couldn’t resist accepting the offer. As Kan held the unfamiliar Downies, a subtle hesitation crossed his face.

The usual brown hue he associated with these treats was replaced by a somewhat greyish shade. Balancing politeness and his taste buds, he opted for diplomacy, “Uhmm, tastes better than it looks, really,” he complimented, taking a bite.

Despite the initial uncertainty, Kan found himself enjoying the unique flavor, prompting him to swiftly request another piece.

Malie chuckled, her laughter dancing in the air, “I bet you like it, right?” She handed him not one but three Downies instead of the requested single piece.

Kan, now armed with the extra treats, made his way towards the exit. As he left, Malie’s parting words carried a genuine concern, “Can you find your way back home?”

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem,” Kan reassured her as he stepped outside.

However, once in the open, a heavy sigh escaped him, and he muttered to himself, “Where do I start from?”