After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 347

Lunch time.

The two of them were apparently alone in the house that day. The empty house made her look at Garan, who—despite his stoic face—actually looked smug.

"Your teammates are very smart. I ought to reward them."

There was apparently a silent agreement to leave the couple alone for a full day, to enjoy a honeymoon even for just one day.

Althea rolled her eyes.

Garan smiled and pulled her to sit on his thigh. "Let me show you some things I bought back in Ferrol," he said and she brightened, quickly forgetting her annoyance.

She wanted to see what a town offered.

Garan held down a smile as he seriously introduced her to his gifts.

First, he showed her the tanner products from hides. There were bags and shoes, all fitted for her.

"Wow, I love this! Thank you!" She said, kissing his cheek. He stopped himself from capturing her lips again and willed himself to focus on the gift-giving.

From his space, he took some cloth he bought for a high price. It was very smooth and soft, and her delicate hands grabbed it to study.

"It’s really silk!" She used her ability and whipped her head to him in awe, "And it had a bit of defensive properties!

"This must’ve been expensive."

Garan shook his head and just handed her the final box.

They were seeds.

"Kyaaa!"

And she smacked his face with kisses.

He smiled as he looked at her so happy. He wondered how she’d react when he gave her ’that’ gift in a few days?

Anyway, his attention was pulled by her kisses and he quickly captured her lips to take them as his own.

She drowned in his warmth, and she wrapped her delicate arms around him as she accepted his plunder. The atmosphere quickly heated up again.

Then… her stomach gurgled.

"..."

…

The preparation for lunch came a little later. Fortunately, her body at level 8 was very strong, otherwise Garan would have had to carry her to the kitchen.

Not that he hadn’t offered, of course.

Garan watched lovingly as his wife prepared all the ingredients—refusing his help.

His wife was cooking for him, His wife was cooking for him, His wife was cooking for him.

What to do… he wanted to do her on the countertop..

If there was a way for them to be conjoined forever…

As if feeling his thoughts, Althea threw an vegetable peel on his face.

It did not wipe the smile on his face though and he just continued to watch all her movements with hyperfocus.

He didn’t even notice all the errors she was making, he was too happy.

Althea, who was experiencing the brunt of his heated stare, tried very hard to focus on the task at hand.