A deal with the devil

Chapter 71

Shirley mastered her cooking skills des Samuel Many of her best dishes were his favorite —meals he could never get enough of

Firing Benjamin xrold pize, Shai key replied calmly, “Of course, I learned it for my fature bathont, which is you now

Though she had once red fameul, the whimate eneliciary was destined to be her husband and children. As for Samuel, he was a thing of the past. She wouldn’t cook for him

again-

Denjamin seemed satisfied with her answer, and his expression softened slightly.

Believed. Shirley served him a couple of fried chic

Warthiswresan trying to please him? she even temenden

Benjamin casi a casal glance at Shiley, meeting her impeful gaze. Without a second, he picked up a piece of fried chicken and placed it in his mouth

“How’s it? Bachel’s a great cock, back aby?” Shirley asked with as

Benjamin swallowed the bite, then saidmanchalantly. “Not as good as yours”

Shirley bunked “What.” Was he complimenting her

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly recovered. “Maybe you’re just used to my_llava.”

Benjamin’s dark eyes lockedan heis, deep and unreadable.

Bealizing her slip, Shirley harily clarified, “I mean, the taste of the food.”

Benjamin’s lips naked into a faint smirk, amusement flickering in his gase

d kept

need to explain? Diviously, she meant the

she could recovet, a green paa hie

Benjamin picking out the vegetables he didn’t like

them” Me ordered

frustration as she obediently ate the

expression, paired with her toy cheeks, made Benjamin’s lips twitch upward. The bied hint of

Shakey brewed him a cup of coffee and, trigning nonchalance, asked, “Are you

glanced up, his

du oat, Shirley offered, “If you’re tired, could give you a

• it was the least she could do, given how dedicated he was to the

expression turned told “Nonred.

pulled a book from

Owen had always insisted she read–and quie the settled into

breathing Looking up, he found

up his phone, he called Gloves. “Notify all managers and above to meet in the

benjamin returned. He knocked lightly on the table, waking

eyes apshe sat up. When her gaze

the elevation, Butley

Benjamin’s eyes darkened as they lingered on her

discoudoir and hurried after him, oblivious to the subtle tension in his demeanor. Lightly biting her

respont Iistrat, he pulled out his phone, tapping the scendalelly. Moments later, afew images of ointments appeared on the

i spried, Benjaman gestureddaa Siddey to step

closely behind, his

alled over a

Lisglama at him

his seat and closed his eyes Thu diinei reigated

an asking agaili.