Chapter 295 I feed you, and you still don't want to eat?

The servant didn't dare go up and stood aside, saying, "I don't want to. Why don't you go?"

The head chef glared and said, "My job is to cook."

This was the head chef's first encounter with such a situation. Seeing the gourmet dishes being reheated repeatedly, he muttered, "What's going on? Did Sylvester make Lela sick?"

The maid beside him blushed, lowered her head, and said nothing.

It wasn't an illness; Lela and Sylvester had been having sex all night.

While they were shirking responsibility downstairs, they heard Lela's voice from upstairs. "No, I don't want to."

She wanted to sleep.

Sylvester was holding Lela, her slender legs dangling beside him, her hands irritably messing with Sylvester's soft hair.

around her, indulging her whims, and said in his usual gentle tone, "You can sleep

the torment she suffered in

paid special attention to

important meal, so no matter what,

a bit annoyed. She clenched her fists, one hand pounding Sylvester's shoulder, the other continuing to mess with his hair, and said in a frustrated

towards the dining room, chuckling, "Now you blame me, but you

very cooperative and even

bite it down. Sylvester tensed up, allowing her

was very quiet as no one dared

seen Sylvester treated like this; his hair

bad-tempered and

widened their eyes in

still admired him; even like this, Sylvester was very

the fact that only Lela dared to treat Sylvester

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