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.

whims, and said in his usual gentle tone, "You can sleep after

torment she suffered in her

he paid special attention

was said that breakfast was the most important meal, so no matter what, he wanted

her fists, one hand pounding Sylvester's shoulder, the other continuing to mess with his hair, and said in a frustrated voice, "It's all

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

was very cooperative and even crazier

nothing and buried her head in his neck to bite it down. Sylvester tensed up, allowing her the

as no

never seen Sylvester treated like this;

bad-tempered and

their eyes

even like this,

sighed, reflecting on the fact that only Lela dared to treat Sylvester in

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