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.

in it, which calmed his mind and spirit. The empty space in his heart temporarily filled through the

the other dishes onto the ground. He

could always just ask her to cook it everyday in

he thought of her cut

do not need what she cooked.

me to get addicted to her cooking! I

...

room, she met the maid again in

our master?" There was no one else around, and the maid did not hide

eyes, Jacob did not care about Emily at all. So naturally she didn't have to treat her with

passage. The maid continued harassing her though and blocked her way saying, "Why are you in such a hurry?

Nothing could affect

like

gave birth to a bastard daughter, instead of a son

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 the maid.

you trying hard to snare Mr. Jacob again? You're just after his money, right? What gives you the right to judge

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

nobler than

not

and she said slowly, word by

this, the maid widened her eyes angrily,

firmly, without any hesitation, "Because

was stunned for a few seconds. Suddenly she laughed sarcastically, as she thought about what Emily had said, "Who do you think you

walked around her. This time the

dining room had been tidied up and

floor, quickly!" A white rag was tossed at her, and Emily

maid again. She was looking at Emily in vicious elation and said, "Mr. Jacob said, since you want to be a maid, I should let you be one. Now, wipe