A deal with the devil

Benjamin was still annoyed Why did she take so long just taget some food for him? Did she have something against him and decided to make him wait longer on purpose?

that was the case, be should open up her head and take a look at her boxin to find mit why she could be that stupid.

“There was no one in the kitchen. I did’t know what you liked to eat, so I made some pasta with eggy and bert for you,” Shirley explained pariently.

The were the only ingredients available in the fridge after all.

No one was in the kitchen?

How was that possible?

Benjamin and Hamian’s mealtimes were fairly inconsistent. Hence, the main kitchen would always have food prepared at the ready. The cooks even worked in shifts so that someone would be available for all 24 hours of the day to cater to their needs at any time.

Of course, given the Blackomod Residence’s considerable size, it had more than one kitchen

Looking at the familias ingredients before him, Benjamin knew that Shirley must have gone to the wrong kitchen. These ingredients were likely the ones stored in the fridge of his p

krichen.

Whenever he had some spare time, he

busy recently and had ‘t

have someone still the hidge with fresh ingredients every day in case the

realized that he had untentionally discovered

of pasta before him. His thick brows turowed. “I don’t like

coriander leaves little by little, carefully serving him like

close. She had thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips, and healthy, flushed skin.

able to speak those words so confidently, saying that even the most expensive cncare produmi wouldn’t be able to

bright and smooth as that of a baby’s. It was a rare sight for an

her

our all of the

pasta

the past. There was no change to his expression.

nodded and probed to your liking“”

didn’t say anything but took a few more bites before suddenly declaring, “Trom this day onward, you will prepare the

of your duties? Are you not willing to do it

I just didn’t think than you would have such