Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

At this hour, only one place was still open for delivery. Probably because of the cold weather, the soup had gone cold. And when fish soup cools down, it turns fishy real quick. Odie's face twisted with disgust. "Chuck it out. And file a complaint."

"... Yes, boss." Jonah silently picked up the soup and deliberately spilled it back into the bag.

Irritated, Odie glanced at the documents on the table, muttering, "A lady who's never had to lift a finger suddenly knows how to make soup? Quite the surprise."

Suddenly, Odie thought about Sophie. This woman wasn't just good at making soup. She played the piano, danced, and had a knack for manipulating people. From their first encounter until now, nearly a year had passed. He'd kidnapped Sophie countless times, yet he never got the upper hand. If anything, he always ended up worse off.

And yet, he found himself oddly drawn to her schemes.

Could it be... this woman was his curse?

"She's my curse," Odie concluded seriously.

If not for Sophie being his curse, how could he end up looking like a fool every time she played him?

Ever since Sophie came into his life, his luck had nosedived. His family estate in Devonport was burned down, one fiancée died, and another broke off their engagement in public. The power he had built overseas had crumbled too.

Sophie

keep his distance

a loving breakfast for Colby, only to find Odie reading the newspaper by the sofa as she came

as soon as she raised her hand,

word, Odie

from Sophie's,

choosing the

to avoid her.

Sophie: "..."

tidied up the breakfast on the table,

"Not sure."

He started throwing a tantrum first thing in the

"Not sure."

said, Jonah had only this

soup yesterday?