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.

spare time, he would make some simple dishes in

recently and had ‘t entered

hidge with fresh ingredients every

that he had untentionally discovered a

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

to pick out the coriander leaves little by little, carefully serving him

up close. She had thick eyebrows, big

words so confidently, saying that even the most expensive cncare produmi

as bright and smooth as that of a

across her lips. It was

picked our all of the coriander from

pasta

of the past. There was no change to his expression. “You made this

probed to your

before suddenly declaring, “Trom this day onward, you will prepare the

eyebrow, “Isn’t this part of your duties? Are you not willing to do

head before nodding again. “No, I’m perfectly willing I just didn’t think than you would have such a