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.

mind and spirit. The empty space in his

rashness of sweeping the other dishes onto the ground. He was curious now

her

soon as the idea came up, he thought of her cut hands and he

I do not need what she cooked.

know exactly what she's up to! She wanted me to get addicted

...

she met the maid again in

no one else around, and the maid

Jacob did not care about Emily at all. So naturally she didn't

and she tried to brush past her on the other side of the passage. The maid continued harassing her though and blocked her way saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? I

got nothing to discuss with you." Emily looked at her coldly. Nothing could

way she behaved. It was like Emily

gave birth to a bastard daughter, instead of a

bed? What was it like giving birth

sharp as a slap. She stared coldly at

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? What gives you the right

not for me." Emily looked at her steadily.

think you are nobler than me? One day I

not

slowly, word by word, "Because I will not let you get close to

widened

any hesitation,

thought about what Emily had said, "Who do you think you are? Let's just

her, but walked around her.

been tidied up and there was no sign of the original mess.

was

was the maid again. She was looking at Emily in vicious elation and said, "Mr. Jacob said,