The Love that Never Really Dies

“So what? You thought that you can put your mission aside when she’s cooking him yam porridge?” A devilish figure emerged from nowhere and sneered.

Blood drained from Kira’s face at the sight of the ferocious smirk on the woman’s face.

Crash!

The glass lid dropped from her hand and smashed onto the floor.

“A-Aunt Jasmine…” Kira stammered.

“You don’t deserve to call me that! I’m ashamed to have a niece like you!” Jasmine grimaced and snarled at Kira in exasperation, infuriated by her betrayal. The next moment, she dashed toward the basket of dried ingredients and took out the packet of beef slices agitatedly.

“Please don’t do that!” Sensing what Jasmine intended to do, Kira wailed in despair. Even so, she was unable to stop a malicious Jasmine from tossing all the beef slices into Sasha’s pot of yam porridge. Apart from that, she even poured more than half a bottle of red wine into it!

“Mark my words! Don’t ever try to bluff me. If this pot of special porridge is not served to him later, I will send you to serve Hendrick White well in bed tonight!” Jasmine hissed viciously at Kira before she stormed out of the kitchen.

Kira slumped onto the floor in helplessness.

Beef slices stewed in red wine were scrumptious, yet the combination could be a deadly recipe for certain people.

those who sustained injuries or endured gout, this recipe could be resulting in excessive urine acid precipitating in the soft tissues of their bodies. As

Sebastian was still under the recuperation stage, his condition would surely deteriorate after consuming the dish. That was the hideous ploy on Jasmine’s mind, as she was hoping that he would end up

as she

pitifully in

sweetie? Are you

look at my knee! It is bleeding! Ouch! It hurts!” The little

looked down at Vivian’s knee

scraped knee. Blood was

your wound now.” Sasha coaxed Vivian gently as she carried her into the

talks with Sebastian in the bedroom on the second floor. Other than that, he was trying to hint Sebastian that all the Jadesons would attend the feast at noon. Thus, it was up to Sebastian if he did not feel like

lips and sniggered. “Of course, I will go down and show my face.

saying, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean that. I-I’m just assuming that you might

incidents. Since then, he was fearful of infuriating

without uttering another word. Even so, hints of coldness and grimness were written all over his face. Devin even gulped and had a shudder unknowingly. It was as if there was

Mommy, it’s painful!” A little girl’s cries of pain pierced the silence in the

out of the bedroom at once and asked anxiously, “Is that