Chapter 515 His Personal Jinx
Ste took <b>a </b>sip of soup. The soup was genuinely delicious, and she really liked it.
“Mmm, this porridge tastes amazing.”
The moment she said that, Abraham already knew–there <b>was </b>no stopping her today.
And sure enough…
She ended up having three whole bowls of soup.
Not to mention all the snacks.
By the time Ste started on her second bowl, Abraham was already about to step in. But Evelyn shot him a sharp look,pletely shutting him up.
“Ste really shouldn’t cat too much,” he couldn’t help but say.
Evelyn: “You shut your mouth.”
Useless<b>. </b>
Three whole <i>years</i>.
For the past three years, Evelyn had constantly worried that Ste wasn’t eating properly while living away from them, which might affect her health.
Now that she was finally back home, there was no way Abraham was going to be the one calling the shots.
Meanwhile-
Victor sat at the dining table, face dark. He nced at the maid. “Go tell her toe down for breakfast.”
The maid worked in the kitchen.
When she heard Victor tell her to go call Tessa down, Ss’s warning shed through her head–he’d told her not to go upstairs.
She hesitated. “But Mr. Ss said I’m not allowed to go up to the second floor…”
Which was exactly why this morning’s breakfast had been reheated several times already.
Tessa didn’te down, and <i>he </i>didn’te down either. Cooking for them was a nightmare.
Victor’s face went cold. “Go.”
The sudden chill in his tone made the maid jump. She quickly nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Technically, she should listen to the one who paid her sry–but when the <i>master </i>of the house gave an order, there was no saying no.
The maid hurried upstairs to get Tessa.
Back in her room, Tessa was looking at the time, debating whether or not to call Ste.
Ever since she found out the former female leader of the Ashen Pact was also named Diana, she’d been on edge.
<b>Just </b>can’t shake this feeling…
Knock, knock.
Tessa flinched.
The wardrobe Ss had brought in was so heavy she couldn’t move it herself. The only thing keeping Victor out <b>was </b>the
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flimsy lock on the door.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice shaky<b>. </b>
“It’s the maid, Ms. Tessa<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>came </b>the reply. “Sir asked you toe down for breakfast.”
Wasn’t the maid banned from going upstairs?
Well… this was Victor’s house. Whatever he said went.
“I’m not hungry,” she said.
If Victor asked her toe down, then she absolutely wasn’t going.
She and Ste had already agreed: wherever Victor was, she’d try to avoid him. No more unfixable idents.
Just thinking about the disasters she’d caused around Victor made her want to crawl into a hole.
<i>Why </i>am I so <i>dumb</i>?
At the moment of those disasters, her body, her hands–everything felt like it wasn’t even under her control.
“But sir didn’t look very happy,” the maid said.
<i>All </i><i>the </i><i>more </i><b><i>reason </i></b>not to go.
He was already scary when he was calm. If he was in a bad mood, it had to be even worse<b>. </b>
Tessa sniffled. “I’m really not hungry.”
The maid didn’t try again and left.
Tessa thought she’d dodged a bullet. No way Victor would actuallye up himself–he wasn’t that
But not even five minutester-
A deep voice came from outside the door: “Come out.”
Tessa froze again.
No more pretending.
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Dragging her feet, she cracked open the door and peeked up at him like <b>a </b>scared little quail, only to meet Victor’s ice–cold
stare<b>. </b>
She instantly dropped her gaze. “I–I–I’m really not hungry.”
Before she could even finish, his hand was on her chin, tilting her face up.
Forced to meet his eyes, <b>Tessa </b>couldn’t look away no matter how hard she tried.
“L–Let go of me.”
Victor: “Avoiding me?“”
Tessa: “…uh…”
<i>Yeah</i>, kinda <i>have </i>to!
“I’m… not.”
She <b>was </b>terrified but didn’t dare say it out loud.
Victor’s lips curled slightly. <b>“</b><b>Not </b>avoiding me? Then why aren’t you eating?<b>” </b>
“I’m really-”
“Hm?<b>” </b>
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Okay, fine. She <b>was </b>kind of hungry.
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But being around Victor was a walking disaster. She’d yanked on his belt buckle. She’d grabbed his towel. She’d almost pulled down his pants.
<i>Thank </i><i>god </i><i>they </i><b><i>had </i></b><i>a </i><i>drawstring</i><i>. </i>
If she had pulled them down…
At this rate, who knew what she’d tug on next?
“I think I’m just your jinx.”
That’s it. No use fighting it anymore–just admit she was his personal curse and be done with it.
Maybe if he epted she was bad luck, he’d stay far away from her.
Victor blinked at her answer.
Even someone like him, who rarely showed emotion, cracked a visible smile at that one.
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