Novel Drama Chapter 483
Chapter 483
Asher watched the pair walk away, his gaze lingering until he shook his head, a dazed smile tugging at the comers of his mouth. It was one thing for his old man to have a soft spot for the girl, but Knox, too?
Turning to Vicky, he quirked an eyebrow and asked, “So, are that girl and Knox tight?”
Vicky’s gaze was cool, detached. “My mentor’s thinking of taking her on as an apprentice. His voice was tinged with a frosty edge.
Asher’s eyes bulged in disbelief. “You’re saying Knox wants to take her under his wing?”
Vicky wasn’t keen on dwelling on the subject. He just grunted in acknowledgment, but noticing Asher’s baffled look, he asked, albeit belatedly, “You know Mirabella?”
Asher hesitated before nodding, then quickly shook his head. “Not exactly, It’s my dad who knows her.” He refrained from mentioning how his father was not Mirabella’s apprentice. It was a bit too much for his pride. novelbin
“Hmm.” Vicky checked his watch, clearly done with the conversation. “I need to get back to work. We’ll touch base on pharmacology when I’ve got a minute.”
Asher nodded and made his way to the main hall.
Meanwhile, Knox ushered Mirabella into the kitchen.
Vincent, clad in a crisp white chef’s coat instead of his school uniform, looked every inch the part as he bustled around the stove. He was oblivious to the new arrivals. It wasn’t until he spun around to grab some ingredients that he spotted Mirabella and his grandfather.
His cheeks tinged pink at the sight of Mirabella. He greeted her before turning to his granddad. “Gramps, Mirabella here’s a guest. Bringing her into the kitchen isn’t quite proper.”
Knox shot him a glare. “What’s improper about it? Mirabella’s no stranger.”
Just then, Nikolai emerged from the main hall and entered the kitchen. He was surprised to see Mirabella. “Oh! Mirabella, my mentor, you’re here too?”
As Mirabella turned to speak, Knox, hearing Nikolai’s reference, interjected with confusion, “Wait, what did you call her?”
Had he misheard? Calling her his mentor? And since when did Nikolai act like he knew Mirabella so well?
Knox eyed Nikolai suspiciously, feeling like he’d missed out on some inside joke.
Nikolai, stroking his graying beard and raising an eyebrow, said simply, “Yeah, she’s my little mentor.”
Knox’s eyes widened, his mind reeling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Was Nikolai calling Mirabella mentor? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
“It means exactly what it sounds like,” Nikolai explained. Then, without warning, he stepped forward and grabbed Knox’s wrist. “Let me take your pulse… Your pulse is fine, so why isn’t your brain keeping up?”
Feeling inexplicably attacked, Knox yanked his hand away and aimed a slap. “Cut it out!”
Dodging the slap, Nikolai snorted, “Just trying to help since you’re not getting it, you ungrateful old coot.”
Knox shot him a cold glance, then softened as he looked back at Mirabella. “Mirabella, when did you get