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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.

and entered the kitchen. Then she closed the

missed the smile blossoming on

them and didn't

severely injured. How can you be in

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

you do it on purpose? I'm impressed by your trick to

third wheel, so he

kitchen, Sylvia cooked four dishes and a soup, including the beef, prawn, and rib dishes ordered

and lay the table. However, thinking of his wounded hand, she poked out her head to call

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

had an urgency

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

was unhappy as she looked for Jasper right after finishing cooking. "Why did you

the table.” Sylvia put down

into the dining room, darting at her and thinking, "Why didn't she ask me to

wondered if it meant she felt sorry for him. It was not bad to be wounded, was

and served the rest dishes before sitting

a piece of beef and

and delighted him from the inside out. Finally, his

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

to mention the four dishes and a soup. Even if Sylvia had prepared him a piece of toast, he would think it was a

realized that he was indeed sick. And only

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

stomach brought

the table leisurely, Franklin watched Sylvia clean the table. Suddenly, he asked, "Have you ever cooked for

nodding. "Yes, I have.” Sometimes Logan and his men begged her to cook for them, or she was delighted because of receiving many

into a rage,