A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 559 Because I love him

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 in his heart

for his rashness of sweeping the other dishes onto the ground. He was curious now as to their taste.

ask her to cook it everyday in

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

do not need what

wanted me to get addicted to her cooking! I

...

met

else around, and the maid did not hide her nature any

all. So naturally she didn't have to treat her with respect either.

the passage. The maid continued harassing her though and

at her coldly. Nothing could affect her mood except for Jacob and this maid was a

like Emily saw her only as a

of a son to carry Jacob's name. Why was she

Mr. Jacob's bed? What was it

as a slap. She stared coldly at the maid.

hard to snare

you, but not for me." Emily looked at her steadily. Her eyes seemed to have become covered over

Do you think you are nobler than me? One day I

will not have the

open and she said slowly, word by word, "Because I will not

the maid widened her eyes

firmly, without any hesitation, "Because

laughed sarcastically, as she thought about

but walked around her.

the dining room had been tidied up and there was no

floor, quickly!" A white rag was tossed at her, and Emily subconsciously caught it before

vicious elation and said, "Mr. Jacob said, since you want to be a

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