Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 444

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Lambert replied nonchalantly, "July twenty-ninth."

Ariana froze momentarily before clearing her throat awkwardly. "If it's not my birthday, then why are you making this? Unless... It's your birthday?"

Leaning casually against the counter with an enigmatic half-smile, Lambert countered, "What do you think?"

This left Ariana utterly bewildered.

She stole a hesitant glance at him, mentally questioning—could it really be his birthday? But she distinctly remembered his birthday being in March... Had she misremembered?

As Ariana lowered her head to mentally recount the dates, Lambert suddenly flicked her forehead. Rubbing the spot with a pout, she glared at him. "What was that for?"

Lambert sighed in exasperation. "You've forgotten? Today marks exactly three years since our wedding."

Ariana blinked in surprise.

She truly had forgotten.

Three whole years? Had that much time really passed? It felt like just yesterday they'd gotten married... Though come to think of it, their son Lucian was already two years old. Time had indeed flown. A dazed realization washed over her—she'd been married to Lambert for so long already? The thought left her strangely lightheaded.

Noticing her distracted expression, Lambert narrowed his eyes slightly.

A dark glint flickered through his obsidian eyes before he swiped a dollop of frosting and smeared it playfully across her cheek.

The effect was nothing short of astonishing.

Without needing any prompting from Lambert, Ariana snapped back to reality in an instant. Her eyes widened as she let out an indignant yelp, "What are you doing?!" She immediately tried to rub the whipped cream off her face.

But Lambert caught her wrist, stopping her. He studied his handiwork with meticulous attention, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad. Looks pretty good."

Ariana: "..."

Pretty good, her foot.

How could smearing whipped cream all over her face look "pretty good"? She was convinced Lambert was just teasing her. Her glare sharpened, but he seemed utterly unfazed. Instead, he kept admiring his work, growing more pleased by the second. Finally, he leaned in slowly.

Ariana startled, instinctively leaning back. "What are you doing now?" she asked, flustered.

Ignoring her resistance, Lambert closed the distance, pressing his lips lightly against her cheek to lick off a bit of the cream. With a playful grin, he murmured, "Delicious."

Ariana: "..."

Her face burned crimson in an instant.

The servants outside all knew Sir Lambert and his wife were in the kitchen, so none dared to intrude. By the time the couple emerged, Ariana’s cheeks were as red as a ripe tomato. Struggling to suppress her blush, she feigned composure and hurried upstairs, though her steps betrayed her haste.

Amused but choosing not to call her out, Lambert followed his wife at a leisurely pace.

The staff exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with envy and admiration. One whispered wistfully, "Sir and his wife are so in love."

Another maid, tidying up nearby, nodded in agreement. "Mm, truly enviable."