Chapter 140

"Madam, this is the truth of the matter. Your fish have been utterly ruined by him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Michael accidentally snipped off a flower bud.

He casually tossed it aside.

The cook was furious, but the culprit dared to secretly look at the madam. After being glanced at by the madam, he immediately tugged at his apron guiltily, looking weak and tearful, with a "I was really wrong" expression on his face.

Michael put down the scissors.

A maid immediately brought him a warm, comfortable, and clean silk handkerchief. He wiped his hands clean and walked up to Cynthia.

The lady's black velvet gown flowed like mercury.

The male Omega's soft yet tall figure resembled an elegant, slender-necked porcelain vase. The neckline of his dress was slightly low, revealing his flat and delicate chest. A green gemstone was adorned with a slender silver chain that disappeared into his chest.

Cynthia initially dared not look at all, but after a moment she couldn't help but steal glances at the lady's chest, staring blankly, her mouth slowly opening in an unseemly manner, like a fish blowing bubbles.

The lady noticed his gaze, tapped his face with a flower branch, and said unhappily, "Where are you looking?"

Cynthia dared not tell the truth at all.

Michael was utterly astonished by his mind, wondering what this O was thinking: "Did you hear that?"

Cynthia covered her face, which had been slapped painfully, and said first that she had heard it, then apologized: "I'm sorry, madam, I was wrong."

Finally, tugging at her apron, she whispered, "But if I were the cook, I certainly wouldn't let Madam go hungry, even if I were being bullied."

Logically speaking, this matter is not worthy of being brought up in front of the lady.

However, Cynthia's open provocation of the cook angered her so much that she refused to enter the kitchen. And when it came to Cynthia, the housekeeper, Hena, was completely undecided, unsure whether to handle her more carefully or more gently.

So she humbly asked her master for permission and brought the two people who had almost gotten into a fight in the kitchen to him.

Every servant working at Keaton Manor was extremely proud of their status. They were all the best in their profession, servants among servants, with the self-respect of serving a noble person and a strong sense of belonging to the community.

Therefore, when she was mocked and provoked by a disreputable outsider, her first thought was to retaliate fiercely.

The cook couldn't help but shout, "Nonsense! You shameless scoundrel! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had time to prepare lunch! Don't try to show off your filthy mind to me!"

"I don't."

Cynthia shuddered at the cook's voice, the small beaded flower in her hair dimmed, and her pitiful expression and weak, whispered rebuttal made it strange how she could kick a basket of fish so high and hit the cook's face so precisely.

Michael was displeased by the noise, and his cold expression gradually silenced the cook, who realized that her master was different from the charming and generous Earl Will.

The lady's voice dropped eight octaves: "It's so noisy."

Cynthia nodded vigorously: "Yes, it's really noisy."

"Madam, I'm a very good cook. If you'd like, I can make you something to eat and even give you a head massage."

Michael, who had already lifted her skirt to go upstairs, stopped upon hearing this, her expression strange before turning into a nonchalant coldness: "You want to be a cook?"

Did he go through all this trouble just for this?

Michael wasn't offended; in fact, people would strive for their rights to live more comfortably. He felt that an ambitious widow was better than a limp, self-destructive widow.

Of course, these things didn't really concern him; he didn't care who served him dinner.

But Cynthia refused outright. She walked to Michael's side, her beautiful profile striking yet gentle, like a little lamb, gazing at him sincerely.

If Michael's temperament is like a solitary rose, then Cynthia is more like a harmless and pure jasmine.

Michael then noticed another problem: Cynthia wasn't afraid of him; instead, she kept coming closer.

Her purpose was clearly to please him.

Is it because he is the new owner of this rose garden?

Cynthia said to Michael, "I don't want to be a cook, but I can make you dinner. I can do anything."

The male Omega scrutinized him, wondering why he had heard these words. He raised an eyebrow: "You said that to Will too?"

This was a sharp rhetorical question that pointed out his ill intentions, but Cynthia was not affected at all. She pursed her lips, muttered, "No way," and then said to Michael, "Why would I cook for the person who has been bullying me?"

“You don’t know, I’ve actually studied a lot of things. If it weren’t for the Earl, I would be working as a cook in a magnificent palace.”

“I know you don’t trust me, but you still kindly spared me. I thank you. You have no idea how important this is to me. So please, madam, let me repay you.”

"You can eat whatever you want."

Michael couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. It was the first time he had ever seen such a shameless and eloquent Omega, who was so determined to get close to him, and who was also his husband's lover.

Cynthia was full of hope, unaware that the cook, whom he had half-poisoned, was already furious, her face turning black with rage and her teeth clenched.

Michael glanced at the cook, then at Cynthia, his eyes flickering as he made his decision. Looking down at her, he casually said, "Then let's make fish."

Cynthia was prepared to be disappointed, but her eyes lit up when she heard this. She nodded and raised her hand to add, "It's just for you."

A sneer drifted down the stairs, but there was no rebuttal.

The cook glared. This shameless slut! She stole her job and now expects her to cook for the other servants in the manor?! Good heavens, by all accounts, how utterly shameless! Fawning! Treacherous! A cunning little devil!

Cynthia sighed, cupped her face in her hands, and thought, "Madam's voice is so pleasant to hear, and even her angry expression is quite charming."

He ignored the cook's angry glare and walked away briskly, full of energy.

He's very good at cooking fish.

Although all those fish were wasted, buying a few new ones is perfectly fine.

Cynthia didn't care about this at all. He returned to the kitchen, ignoring the chatter of the servants around him.

He's heard the harshest words and experienced the most disgusting things. Having endured so much hardship, how could he not learn to grow?

But my grandmother also said that growing up is not about becoming bad, but about becoming a good person who is capable of protecting themselves.

Cynthia skillfully picked up the cleaver, cleaved a carrot in half, and expertly shredded it. The servant, who had been making sarcastic remarks, fell silent for a moment.

The knife in Omega's hand gleamed silver, and with his bright, harmless smile, he tilted his head and said, "I want two pieces of bread for my child, and I also need to cook for my wife, so I need a fish."

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