A deal with the devil

Chapter 12

Just as Shirley was about to step into the kitchen, she suddenly turned back and looked at Benjamin. “Didn’t I just bring you dinner earlier?”

Denjamin didn’t answer, only meeting her gaze with his deep, dark eyes.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, she gave up. “What do you want to eat?”

“Amthing,” he replied

Shirley was speechless.

Anything? Fine, she would make him some plain pasta!

She tied on an apron and stepped into the kitchen. Recalling the moment when Benjamin’s hand touched her back earlier, a ridiculous thought crossed her mind. Was he about to pick her up from the floor?

But the more she thought about it, the more she dismissed it as wishful thinking. With how Benjamin had treated her that evening, there was no way he’d do something so caning.

He must have just intended to wake her up so she could work herself to the bone for him.

would suffice. If

a pot to boil and grabbed a pack of pasta. As the water heated, she added some salt, then opened the fridge and pulled out some herbs. After washing the herbs, the water still hadn’t boiled. She glanced at the fridge again. Alright, maybe she’d add a little

the living room, Benjamin sat on the sofa. In his hand was Shirley’s workbook, the one she had been drooling

expression darkened as he read through it.

was secretly

of understanding–unable to even grasp basic problems–it would be delusional for her to take

looking for a successor

different from a fool.

moments later, Shirley came out with a plate of pasta that looked and smelled delicious. She placed

worldbook aside, cast a cold glance at the bowl of pasta, and then looked at her. “Is this

was the quickest and easiest dish to

Shirley wasn’t about to admit that. Cleverly, she pointed to the clock. “It’s so late. Something light is better for

“Or is it because

question, she forced a smile. “I didn’t want to

picked up his fork just as Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly looked up and said, “Shirley, are