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.

magical in it, which calmed his mind and spirit.

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

He could always just ask her to cook it everyday

idea came up, he thought of her cut hands and he

need what she cooked.

She wanted me to get addicted

...

met the maid

master?" There was no one else around, and the

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

tangle with her, 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

got nothing to discuss with you." Emily looked at her coldly. Nothing could affect her mood except for Jacob and this maid was a

hated most was the way she behaved. It was like Emily saw her only as

a mistress who gave birth to a bastard daughter, instead of a son to carry Jacob's name. Why was she standing

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

voice was sharp as a 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? What gives you the right to judge

Emily looked at her steadily. Her eyes

think you are nobler than me? One day I will

will not have

flicked open and she said slowly, word by

maid widened her eyes angrily,

without any hesitation, "Because I love

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

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

been tidied up and there

white rag was tossed at her, and

and said, "Mr. Jacob said, since