A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Looking at his gloomy face, she slowly set down her chopsticks. Her lips pursed a little, and in a small voice she said, "Are the dishes not to your taste today? Then, tomorrow I will..."

"I don't need you to do anything." Jacob interrupted her coldly, but his eyes fell upon her injured hand and involuntarily he softened slightly, "Why do you like to be a servant so much?"

Saying this, he abruptly swept all the dishes off the table and smashed them on the ground. Broken pieces of porcelain scattered and the gravy splashed against the walls.

Emily was stunned by the violent act and the mess left behind.

"I am sorry." After a long time, she apologized softly, lowering her eyes. Her long eyelashes hid her emotions in their shadows.

But he saw her expression and her helpless depression. She was like a wounded deer. It reminded him of an inescapable despair and roused a great feeling of discomfort in him.

"Get out." He heard himself saying coldly, "Bring Beryl here."

With a low voice, Emily responded, "Okay." She stood up and left, her head still bowed low.

Only Jacob remained in the dinning room with its war-zone appearance, where plates lay murdered on the floor, bleeding out gravy and bits of food. He sat down, frowned deeply, and he couldn't help but recall Emily's expression again.

He was inexplicably irritable.

Why was this woman always affecting his mood?

Most of the table setting had been swept off onto the floor, except for one plate which had stayed safe and lonely in the furthest corner of the table.

Gazing at the dish for a few seconds, he pulled it closer and sneered, "What the damn did she cook?"

Although he said this, his hand involuntarily took up the chopsticks and he began to eat. The taste was oddly familiar and he felt as if he had enjoyed this dish many times before.

After tasting it, Jacob could not stop eating.

It was far worse than what the cook could prepare. But to him it was delicious, and he could not stop eating. It was as if he was addicted to it.

it, which calmed his mind and spirit. The empty space

even felt regret for his rashness of sweeping the other dishes onto the

just ask her to cook it everyday

he thought

I do not need what she

to! She wanted me to get addicted to her cooking! I will not let her succeed!' he thought

...

met

you are driven out by our master?" There was no one else around, and the maid did not hide her nature

Emily at all. So naturally she didn't have to treat

The maid continued harassing her though and blocked her way saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? I want to have a good chat with

Emily looked at her coldly. Nothing could affect her mood

It was like Emily saw

daughter, instead of a son to carry Jacob's name.

how you managed to get into Mr. Jacob's bed? What was it like giving birth to his child? Huh? Can you give

slap. She stared coldly at

maid seemed to find her statement ridiculous, "You don't have any shame either, right? Aren't you trying hard to snare Mr. Jacob again? You're just after his money, right?

her steadily. Her eyes seemed to have become covered over with a thin

you think you are nobler

not have the

lips flicked open and she said slowly, word by word, "Because I will not let you

maid widened her

said firmly, without any

sarcastically, as she thought about what Emily had said, "Who do you think

walked around her. This time the maid

back, the dining room had been tidied up and there was no

was tossed at her, and Emily

said, "Mr. Jacob said, since you