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 heart temporarily

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

ask her

came up, he thought of her cut

I do not need what she

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

...

Emily left the room, she met the maid

the maid did not hide her nature

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

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 want to

coldly. Nothing could affect her mood except for Jacob

was the way she behaved. It was like Emily saw her only as a tiny ant, small and

who gave birth to a bastard daughter, instead of a son

want to find out how you managed to get into Mr. Jacob's bed? What was it like giving birth to his child?

Emily's voice was sharp as a slap. She stared coldly

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

Emily looked at her steadily. Her eyes seemed to have become covered over with

Do you think you are nobler than me?

not

said slowly, word by word, "Because I will not let

this, the maid widened

without any hesitation, "Because I love

thought about what Emily had

at her, but walked around her. This time the maid didn't stop

the dining room had been tidied

looking at? Wipe the floor, quickly!" A white rag was tossed at her, and Emily

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