When Sylvia reached out her hand, suddenly, Franklin hissed.

Blood oozed from a wound on his hand, dripping to the chopping board.

Subconsciously, Sylvia seized his hand and said to Jasper, "Mr. Howlett, please get the first-aid kit. Thanks."

Jasper was shocked. He trotted to look for the first-aid kit immediately. When he turned around, he saw Sylvia dragging Franklin out of the kitchen and walking toward him.

Jasper hurriedly opened the first-aid kid and found the bandaid.

Sylvia shook her head. “I need some iodine and gauze. His wound is too big."

Jasper found them for her.

Sylvia sterilized Franklin's hand.

Jasper looked over and saw an inch-long wound. It looked deep as well.

“Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so ruthless to yourself? It's your own hand, isn't it?"

“Think your fingers are beef?" Sylvia snapped while bandaging his wound. "Avoid water."

Then she stood up sternly and glared at Franklin.

No matter how elegant he looked when cutting, he was good for nothing in the kitchen.

Franklin only sat on the sofa in silence. Gazing at her, he dared not blink like she would run away if he did so.

Sylvia disliked this kind of feeling. She felt like prey targeted by a hunter and had nowhere to run.

she turned around and entered

turned around, she missed

watched them and

be in such a good

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do it on purpose? I'm

he was the third wheel, so he made an excuse and

more than an hour in the kitchen, Sylvia cooked four dishes and a soup, including the beef,

usual, she would ask Franklin to help serve the dishes and lay the table. However, thinking of his wounded hand, she poked out her head to call Jasper. However, only Franklin was sitting on

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

had an

ready." Sylvia took off the apron and served the dishes

looked for Jasper right

wanted him to serve the table.” Sylvia put down

room, darting at her and

him.

two bowls with soup and served the rest

picked up a piece of beef and enjoyed

his hungry stomach and delighted him from the inside out. Finally, his empty stomach stopped

relieved after taking the antidote. Sylvia's dishes were his antidote saving him from starvation and making him

Sylvia had prepared

sick.

He had two tacos, finished all dishes, and drank a bowl of

full stomach brought

clean the table. Suddenly, he asked,

looking at him while nodding. "Yes, I have.” Sometimes Logan and his men begged her to cook for

a rage,

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