Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 268 In the Same Boat

Eric didn't notice anything unusual about me. He just seemed a little dispirited that I didn't respond to him.

I remained silent the whole time, waiting quietly for things to go back to their usual state. When we arrived home, I felt a little dazed as I watched Eric climb the stairs.

I seemed to feel lost about what happened earlier. What on earth was I scared of?

These concerns didn't haunt me for long, though. I was exhausted from everything that happened that day, and my entire body was sore.

After I washed up, I lay on the bed and dozed off. By the time I woke up, it was the beginning of my life as a chef.

Once I made arrangements at work, I drove to Mr. Simpson's villa and cooked for him. After I did the dishes and packed everything up, I went back to the company and toiled away.

A few days later, I was surprised to find Jeremiah at the entrance to Mr. Simpson's villa. However, Elsa didn't follow him this time.

me walking over

last time," he said tauntingly. "You might've left cockily, but you still

asked, "Why isn't Elsa with you this time? Did

could guess by the look on Jeremiah's face that my smile

asked, "What gave you the idea? Elsa can't be here because there's something else she

I didn't believe in him. I had long noticed that Jeremiah

response. Then, I giggled and said, "Here's wishing that she can make some time and keep

"Stop the ridicules, Jane. We're in the same boat now. So, knock it off. Both of us have to stand here and wait for Mr. Simpson. It's important that we get

last thing I wanted was for

grovel at Mr. Simpson's feet? Seriously. You should've done yourself a favor and become a novelist

I pulled out my phone and sent Mr. Simpson an audio message. "I've been at the door for a long time now, Mr. Simpson. Why aren't you opening

an access card However, I rushed out the door this morning and forgot to take it with me. So, I had to ask him to open

moment, Mr. Simpson responded to me from the door, "Stop urging me. I'm