Debra hung up the phone, determined to make Theda pay for hurting Marion.

"What are you doing sneaking around in the kitchen?"

Drake's voice suddenly came from behind her. Startled, Debra turned around and sulked, "Do you always sneak up on people like that?"

"I just came to the kitchen to find something to eat. I didn't know you'd be here making calls," he replied, walking past her to grab some instant noodles from the fridge.

Debra was puzzled. "Don't you have a chef?"

"At this hour? The chef is long gone," Drake snorted, tearing open the packet.

Then he noticed a white clay pot simmering on the stove, giving off a delicious aroma.

"What's that?"

"What else? Soup for Marion."

"There are servants in this house. You don't have to do it by yourself."

"Marion doesn't like soup made by others."

reveal a creamy soup.

soup for nursing mothers? Is Marion

told you that? It's savory and

on and turned off the

that soup even edible? It's not some failed cooking experiment,

Debra

and not for you.

"You're right. It's a t

kitchen without

Drake

the

his appetite. He

and dialed Kale's

number.

to hit the sack when

takeout

like to

"I want soup."

"What kind of soup?"

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