Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 683

Chapter 683

When the freshly-cooked ravioli was served, the aroma wafted through the air.

*Thank you for lettinggo first, Mr. Prince. Next tyou cto my shop for coffee beans, I'll be sure to give

you a discount,” Ava said with a smile.

Caspian regarded her with curiosity. “How much of a discount?”

Ava blinked playfully, her eyes sparkling. “How much of a discount would you like, Mr. Prince?”

With her sweet appearance and a hint of innocent charm, she resembled a beautiful flower in full bloom. Even

the most steadfast gentleman might feel his heart flutter at such a sight. However, Caspian seemed oblivious to

her beauty and was instead focused on the matter at hand.

“You should givethe sas whatever you give Lord Snyder,” he said.

Ava giggled, her eyes twinkling. “That won't do! Since you were kind enough to lethave the ravioli first, |

must repay you properly. How about this-if you cin person and buy a pound, I'll throw in half a pound for

free?”

“It's a deal,” Caspian replied excitedly.

“You got it!”

Ava smiled at him in a calm and composed demeanor, exuding a quiet beauty that was both refreshing and

captivating. But Caspian shifted his gaze away from her and landed on Harold, who was moving at a painfully

slow pace.

After a moment, Caspian turned back to Ava and asked, “Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren’t you.

eating?”

Ava tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a pair of ruby-red earrings that accentuated her

shimmering gaze. “Seeing you madeso happy that momentarily forgot | was hungry.”

Caspian chuckled softly but inwardly thought, ‘If you weren't hungry, you should have said so earlier. Now, I've

wasted all this tby letting you go first!”

Ava Weaver was Celeste’s new identity. With graceful movements, she began to eat her ravioli, her delicate lips

parting as she took a delicate bite. The small ravioli were tender and flavorful, but she seemed to need two bites

for every piece she ate, sometimes even three.

Caspian frowned slightly as he watched. Harold's rawere thin-skinned and filled with fresh ingredients. They

were small enough that Luna could easily eat two in one bite. Yet, Ava was struggling with just one.

A truly hungry person would have been eager to gulp down three ravioll in one bite.

Ava didn’t seem as hungry as she had claimed, yet had insisted on going first. Caspian couldn't help but fgel her

character was a bit questionable. Even if her coffee beans were discounted in the future, he would have to think

twice before buying.

She clearly had her sights set on attracting business with that buy one pound, get half a pound free offer, but

who knew what kind of goods that hall-pound would be? If it turned out to be old-

grounds that had just been unsold for a long time, he would

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coins.

Celeste continued to eat, believing herself to be the picture of grace. She knew Caspian occasionally cto

buy ravioli, so she had made a point to cby recently to establish a rapport with Harold. As soon as she

arrived tonight, Harold had recognized her immediately.

“It's ready, Mr. Prince,” Harold called out.

Caspian quickly stood and handed over ssilver coins.

Harold waved his hand. “That's too much! Letgive you your change.”

Caspian chuckled. “It’s not too much. It's just the right amount.”

“You're always like this.” Harold smiled helplessly and thanked him profusely. “Thank you, Mr. Prince.”

“I'm leaving now. I'll cby again in a few days,” Caspian said as he took the ravioli. Then, he politely

addressed Celeste as well, “Ms. Weaver, I'm leaving now.”

Celeste looked up with a smile on her lips. The steam rising from the ravioli in front of her lent her already

enchanting features an air of mystery.

“Take care, Mr. Prince. Don't forget to visit my shop.”

“Of course,” Caspian replied politely as he climbed into the carriage and left.

Once he was gone, the smile on Celeste’s face vanished. She set down her cutlery and coldly said, “Ella, settle

the bill.”

Harold glanced at her bowl and noted she had hardly touched it.

He couldn't help but ask, “Ms. Weaver, didn’t you say you were hungry? Why haven't you finished? Did | cook

the ravioli poorly tonight?”

Celeste forced a smile. “No, It’s not that. Your ravioli is especially delicious. | just starved a little too much today,

and now my stomach aches a bit.”

Harold chuckled. “When you're too hungry, you really can’t eat. You shouldn't skip meals in the future. You must

take care of your health, young lady.”

As Ella went to settle the bill, Celeste didn’t respond and simply turned to leave.

She was fuming. Caspian was not only a coward but also blind. Having met his wife, Celeste knew that Luna was

an uncouth merchant's daughter with an ordinary appearance. At best, she was only somewhat pretty.

How could she possibly compare to Celeste?

With her looks, what prince or noble wouldn't want to take her home? Even when Eugene had seen her, he had

forgotten his wife's presence and stared at her with undisguised interest.

There was no man Celeste couldn't conquer. Men like Caspian should be easy pickings. It was only a matter of

how long he could hold out.