“Miss Shaw, you’ve been with The Wychwood Family for so long, don’t you ever miss your child?”


    “I don’t have one, I really don’t have a child. I could say it a hundred times more, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I’ve never had a child.”


    It was another day of relentless interrogation, and Harper, rubbing her aching head, got up from the polygraph chair.


    “Miss Shaw, are you alright?”


    Dn closed the questioning file, looking at Harper with concern.


    “I’d be fine if you didn’t ask me these boring questions every day.”


    Harper hated ze, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate Dn, the kind and gentle butler. She shook her head to clear her mind. After a while, she asked again, “Mr. Foster, when can I leave?”


    If this continued, she feared she might actually go insane.


    “Miss Shaw, as I’ve told you before, as long as youply with Master.”


    “But…”


    “Master just had another outburst. He didn’t like the snacks. How about you make something? I heard Master had a lot of your fish soupst time.”


    Harper fell silent, her face full of reluctance.


    “As long as Master’s in a good mood, he might listen to you a bit.”


    ‘Just as long as he’s in a good mood… and he’ll let me go? Maybe I should give it another try…’ That’s what Harper told herself.


    Despite her disgust and hatred towards ze, she made a tub of vani ice cream. Holding the ice cream, she walked up the winding staircase of the artful mansion.


    A woman came down the stairs, her bright red nightgown draped over one shoulder. Her ample E-cup breasts especially caught the eye…


    It was the same woman who was fooling around with ze in the hallway that day, Linda. She was one of ze’s pursuers, not even close to being his woman.


    But that was none of her concern. Harper nced at her and then walked towards ze’s study without looking back.


    “Knock, knock.”


    Harper lightly tapped on the slightly ajar door.


    “Come in.” ze’s voice came through.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Once again, Harper was stunned by the interior architecture of the castle. The entire study was circr in design, withrge floor-to-ceiling windows, towering bookshelves that reached the ceiling, and countless books…


    ze was seated at the enormous curved desk. His fingers were inteced under his chin as he watched her enter, a look of disdain in his eyes. “Ready to tell me where the child is?”


    There was a hint of anger in his eyes when he mentioned the child.


    He had spent far too much time trying to reim the child, and he was already impatient.


    “I made some ice cream. Do you want to try it? We can talkter.”


    Harper spoke up as she sensed his impending anger.


    She felt a bit lost. ze liked her fish soup, but she wasn’t sure if he would like her ice cream…


    “You’re trying to please me?”


    ze saw through her intentions with a single nce.


    Harper remained silent.


    “No need! I never eat desserts.” ze sneered.


    “Oh, I’ll take it away then.” Harper picked up the tub of ice cream and turned to leave.


    “Put it down!”


    “…”


    Harper looked at him speechlessly. ze red at her fiercely, then snatched the ice cream away.


    Could this man be any more capricious?


    ze picked up a spoon and was about to scoop some when a series ofplex and indecipherable data codes suddenly appeared on theputer screen in front of him. His gaze darkened, and he threw the spoon down, ordering her, “Feed me!”


    “What?” Harper thought she must have misheard.


    ze quickly started typing on the keyboard, speaking as he typed, “Dn is just an old man, you listen to his advice? Do you even know how a woman should please a man?”


    “… Alright.”


    Harper once again felt the dreadfulness of this man. It turned out he knew everything. She nced at the ice cream and hesitated before asking, “After you finish eating, can we talk calmly?”


    She emphasized the words “calmly.”


    “Harper, you have no room for bargaining.” ze didn’t even look at her, “Feed me quickly!”


    “…”


    Looking at the man’s expression in front of her, Harper suddenly had the urge to dump the entire tub of ice cream on his face, but she suppressed it when she thought about her situation. She took a deep breath and then gently scooped a spoonful of ice cream to feed him.


    ze opened his mouth and swallowed the ice cream, the perfect sweetness of vani hitting the spot.


    His face stiffened for a second. He never ate desserts because everything he had tasted before didn’t suit his taste. They were either too sweet or too rich, so he simply avoided them.


    So, desserts could taste this good too…


    However, the things this woman made surprisingly suited his pte, even though she wasn’t even a chef. It was really strange. How could this be?