Chapter 372

The proximity between them, combined with her natural fragrance, gave Evelyn an overwhelming sense of confidence.

"You speak Laurentian?" Alexander Kensington's eyes widened in surprise. This was news to him.

"Just a little," she replied with a soft smile.

To her, it wasn’t something worth making a fuss about.

What truly captivated her was the store they were standing in.

"It’s mesmerizing here."

Alexander didn’t press further—her reluctance to elaborate was obvious.

Instead, he shifted the conversation back to their surroundings. "Then take a guess. What’s this made of?"

The clerk beside them opened his mouth to answer, but Alexander silenced him with a subtle glance.

Amused by his smug expression—as if he was certain she wouldn’t know—Evelyn tilted her head. "Olivella Soap. Did you think I wouldn’t get it right?"

Alexander fell silent.

The smirk on his face froze momentarily. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to answer correctly on the first try. "You’ve seen this before?"

"Not exactly. But I guessed based on the places you’ve taken me. Lavendelle is famous for its lavender, and this region has built an entire industry around it. Olivella Soap is quite unique." She paused, then continued, "It’s primarily made from olive oil, which gives it this distinct color. And the scent? Unlike any other soap."

"So, you already knew," he murmured after a long pause.

There was a hint of playful frustration in his tone, as if he had prepared this moment to surprise her, only for her to ruin it effortlessly. It was the first time Evelyn had seen him look so… mildly defeated.

It was both amusing and endearing.

Deep down, he really was sweet.

"I only knew in theory. I’ve never actually seen it before," she admitted, looping her arm through his and leaning against him. "I read about Olivella Soap while researching Lavendelle, so it wasn’t hard to guess. But this?" She gestured around. "This craftsmanship is incredible. I’ve never seen soap carved into such intricate designs!"

She wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better. The artistry here was breathtaking.

Every ornament and pendant was meticulously carved from Olivella Soap—delicate pens, lifelike animal figurines, even a tiny bear with eyes so vivid she was instantly drawn to it.

But there was a catch.

Touching them would ruin their pristine appearance. The warmth of human hands could slightly melt the soap, altering its shape.

Small signs in multiple languages discreetly warned: Do not touch.

Evelyn had been too excited earlier to notice.

"Olivella Soap isn’t common in this area, but this shop is special. Everything here is handmade," Alexander explained, casually picking up a small soap sculpture.

"Wait—!"

Before the clerk could intervene, Alexander already had it in his palm. Evelyn quickly turned to the clerk. "We’ll take it."

Then she shot Alexander a disapproving look. "They literally said not to touch!"

Alexander merely grinned. "Didn’t you just say we’re buying it?"

"Fine…"

"Mr. Kensington! I’ve been waiting for you!"

A man burst into the shop, heading straight for Alexander with an enthusiastic hand outstretched.