Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 85

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**Chapter 85: Sweetness for Him, Sourness for You**

Each lemon, with its vibrant yellow skin, yielded precisely eight succulent slices. A single glass jar, clear and pristine, housed those eight slices perfectly, showcasing their luminous hue.

A dozen lemons filled a dozen jars, each jar a testament to her meticulous work.

With a satisfying sense of accomplishment, she set the finished jars aside. The pale-yellow dried slices glimmered through the glass, their beauty igniting envy in the hearts of those who beheld them.

As the chat spiraled into a frenzy of desperate pleas, the digital voices clamored for attention.

“[Boss, please, I’m begging you, remember me, save this poor child.]”

“[Boss, I swear I’m not greedy. I only want one jar. I promise to keep it on a shrine when it arrives.]”

“[Boss, did your Honey behave today? If not, maybe let him irritate you again so you’ll do a giveaway?]”

Sylvara, with a playful glint in her eye, glanced up and caught that last message. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, light and airy. She slid her spatula through the thick, sugary syrup, the water having evaporated to leave behind a glossy mixture that glistened under the warm light. Stirring with care, she replied sweetly, “Oh, my Honey would never upset me. He was such a good boy today. He even told me that no matter what mess I make, he’ll be there to clean up after me.”

Her heart swelled with affection as she continued, “He even said that if I ever broke the law, he’d take the blame for me. With a Honey that well-behaved, why would I ever feel upset?”

Before an audience of over a billion viewers, she poured out a basin of affection, showering them with her warmth. The chat erupted into a chorus of sour groans, each message dripping with mock despair.

“[Boss, remember me! My family is wealthy too. I can clean up after you. I’ll take the blame for you!]”

“[Boss, I’ll do whatever you want. North, south, chaos, chickens, whatever. I’m yours.]”

“[Boss, you’re being ridiculous. Quit force-feeding us your love story. I refuse to swallow any of it.]”

Those with usernames that began with “Lady,” unmistakable markers of military subordinates, lined up in perfect formation. “Lady v555!”

Sylvara felt a thrill of delight surge through her.

Look at that! Here she was, flaunting her own romance and shipping her own relationship, indulging in her own sweet treats while making everyone else green with envy. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of joy and mischief.

Far across the galaxy, on the Kolar planet, Agares found himself wrestling with the agitation that simmered within his mental energy. Yet, hearing his newly registered wife refer to him as “so good” sent a rush of warmth through his entire being.

He adjusted the temperature of his warship, lowering it by five degrees, and retrieved the dried lemon slices she had lovingly prepared for him long ago from his spatial button.

With care, he soaked the slices in warm water mixed with honey, lifting the cup to his lips. Unbeknownst to him, he mirrored the delicate hand from the livestream, gently swirling the cup from side to side before taking a sip.

“Alright. Let’s see how many candy blocks we get. Maybe I’ll draw one or two winners,” Sylvara’s cheerful voice rang out, bright and inviting. “For now, fold wax paper to make containers. They won’t leak, even if you add liquid.”

At the mention of a giveaway, the viewers erupted into a frenzy of excitement, tipping wildly, desperate to catch her eye, hoping that the goddess of luck would smile upon them.