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Chapter 6: Inside is just as soft

Zafron, sensing her discomfort, gently steered the conversation to safer ground. "The gardens are particularly beautiful this time of year, my lady. You seem to be lover of flowers. Perhaps you could tell me about some of your favorite flowers?"

"Of course," lady Matilda said, a smile lighting her face.

As they continued their stroll, Lady Matilda's demeanor brightened as she began to discuss the flora surrounding them.

"Ah, see these irises?" she said, gesturing to a patch of purple blooms. "They're not just beautiful, but also rich in symbolism. In many cultures, they represent wisdom and courage. Fascinating, isn't it, how a simple flower can carry such profound meaning?"

She moved on to a cluster of vibrant red flowers. "And these are Amaryllis. Did you know they're named after a shepherdess in Virgil's poetry? They symbolize pride and determination. I find it rather fitting for our garden, don't you think?"

Zafron nodded, impressed by her knowledge. As Lady Matilda continued her botanical discourse, seamlessly weaving together history, literature, and horticulture, he couldn't help but admire the depth of her intellect.

However, even as he listened attentively, his mind kept returning to her earlier words about her husband. His thoughts raced:

'How long has the master truly been away? Lady Matilda seems so lonely, despite all this beauty around her. What kind of man leaves such a remarkable woman alone for so long?'

Lady Matilda's voice brought him back to the present as she pointed out a delicate white flower. "This is Jasmine. Its sweet scent has been prized for centuries. In some parts of the world, it's associated with love and sensuality. In others, it represents divine hope. Quite the versatile little bloom, wouldn't you say?"

As Zafron agreed, his inner monologue continued:

'Divine hope? I wonder if that's what Lady Matilda clings to, hoping for her husband's return. There's so much sadness behind her eyes when she speaks of him. What's the real story here?'

The tour of the garden continued, with Lady Matilda sharing insights about each plant that revealed not just her horticultural expertise, but also her wide-ranging knowledge of history, art, and culture. All the while, Zafron's mind grappled with the mystery of Blackthorn Mansion's absent master:

'Business trips, she said. But for how long? And why? There's more to this story, I'm sure of it. But how can I uncover the truth without overstepping my boundaries?'

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Matilda and Zafron strolled through the peaceful gardens in the late afternoon sun, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around them, Matilda's keen eye caught sight of a small scar on Zafron's hand. It was a healed wound, now just a faint mark, but enough to pique her curiosity.

"Oh, Zafron," Matilda remarked softly, reaching out to gently take his hand in hers. "How did you get this scar?" Her voice carried genuine concern and interest.

Zafron looked down at his hand, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden attention to the old scar. He smiled faintly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "It's nothing serious," he began, his voice calm as he recalled the memory. "A misunderstanding with my stepmother years ago. She didn't mean to, it was just a moment of confusion."

Matilda nodded understandingly, her thumb instinctively grazing over the scar a few times as she examined it. "Misunderstandings happen," she replied softly, her tone gentle. "Sometimes they leave scars. But this misunderstanding..." Matilda trailed off, choosing not to say what was on her mind.

Zafron could already tell she was not happy seeing the scar and then finding out it was his step mother who gave him. Does this woman really care about him this much?

With her eyes locked onto his, a coy smile played across her lips.

"My, your hand is so strong," she purred, her voice low and honeyed.

Zafron blinked, seemingly oblivious to her flirtatious tone. "Oh, uh, thanks. I was worried I might have been too rough last night during the massage. Your skin seems so delicate and soft. Mine is like sandpaper," he said looking at his other hand which was free from Matilda's inspection.

A light chuckle escaped Matilda's lips. She bit her lower lip playfully before responding, "I'm not some egg that would break on first touch, you know."

As she spoke, her body language shifted subtly. She leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Zafron's face. Her fingers traced light patterns on his palm, and she tilted her head slightly, exposing the curve of her neck.

Zafron, however, appeared blissfully unaware of her seductive mannerisms. His expression remained earnest and slightly puzzled, oblivious to the charged atmosphere Matilda was creating.

"I might be tougher than you think on the outside, but I can be... quite soft on the inside." Matilda leaned in even closer, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. She gave Zafron a slow, deliberate wink as she said in a husky whisper. "You know that right?"

The whole time, her fingers continued to trace patterns on his palm as she spoke, her touch light but purposeful. Matilda's eyes, dark with suggestion, remained fixed on Zafron's face, watching for any sign that her meaning had finally registered.

Zafron's expression flickered briefly, a hint of confusion crossing his features before settling back into his usual oblivious demeanor. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words.

Zafron's eyes widened slightly, his expression reminiscent of a lost lamb. He tilted his head, brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "Soft on the inside? Like... your personality?"

Matilda couldn't help but let out a light, melodious chuckle at his endearing naivety. She shook her head, a mix of amusement and slight disappointment flickering across her features.

"Oh, Zafron," she said, her tone both affectionate and resigned. She gently withdrew her hand from his, straightening up. "You know, it's almost lunchtime, and I'm expecting my friend soon. We should probably head back."

Zafron nodded eagerly, seemingly relieved to be back in familiar conversational territory. "Oh, right! Lunch sounds good. I didn't realize it was getting so late."

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