“I’m sure you’re aware that Maison doesn’t accept your relationship with Keith, yet you’re still doing it to hurt him. With that said, aren’t you embarrassed to face him?”
…So that was the case…? Come to think of it, Keith did mention that Maison had given him some ‘instructions’ earlier! Could it be that Maison wasn’t actually keen on giving Keith his sincere blessings then…?
Pursing her lips, Xavia then said, “…Let me talk to the boy. I’ll talk some sense into him…”
“Hah. Like I’d let you see him that easily. Go cook for me and I’ll consider it if I’m satisfied with the meal.”
…What the hell? Now furious, Xavia was prompted to retort, “You want me to cook for you in the dead of night? That aside, how could you still be in the mood to eat when your son’s sick?!”
Slipping a hand into his pocket in response, Zivon—who was now as frigid as the night sky itself—simply replied, “If you don’t want to do it, feel free to get lost.”
Xavia found herself momentarily speechless when she heard that. Something was seriously wrong with this d*mned b*stard…! So be it! She’d endure this humiliation just for Maison’s sake!
With that in mind, Xavia quickly walked into the kitchen and flicked the lights on to begin cooking… and within half an hour, the fragrant scent of noodles filled the air.
Though the bowl of noodles—that Xavia had placed before Xivon—looked absolutely scrumptious, Zivon ended up raising a brow as he said, “Are you seriously just trying to get rid of me with these noodles? Do you think I’m some kind of beggar?”
…What the hell was wrong with the noodles? She had made them with such care! That aside, as if beggars could ever get their hands on such good food! All they got were scraps!
Resisting the urge to smack Zivon on his head, Xavia then scoffed, “…So you wish to have a hearty meal? Fine!”
With that said, Xavia returned to the kitchen and got all the ingredients out of the refrigerator! Watching as she angrily began preparing more food, Zivon was prompted to say, “Are you cooking with that attitude? I fear the dishes may get poisoned by all your grievances.”
His statement made Xavia—who was now holding onto a kitchen knife—pause for a moment. Never in her life had she felt the urge to kill someone this badly…! Not even bothering to look back at him, Xavia then replied, “…What exactly is your goal? Do you simply feel joy from torturing me?”
…Joy? His glare now icy, Zivon frigid aura flared up as he retorted, “I hope you realize who the real unhappy person is here.”
…D*mn it, their presence was going to make all his effort pointless! Momentarily glancing at Xavia, he then glared at the two men before saying, “…Go back. Both of you. There’s no need for your assistance.”
“…Huh? Go back? But I haven’t even checked on his condition yet… Speaking of which, why is Xavia cooking here? And why aren’t you accompanying the Little Master inside…?” asked Zayne who found all this rather strange.
Nathan was also starting to feel that something was off… and that was when it hit him. Master had told him to get rid of Keith and call Xavia over…! Had the almighty Zivon actually lied this much just to get Xavia to meet him…?!
Now realizing what was happening—and knowing for a fact that he’d get beaten to death if he continued being nosy—, Nathan quickly began dragging Zayne away as he said, “Y-you know what, Young Master Xenos? Young Master Zivon appears to have everything under control, so let’s leave first…!”
Zayne, however, quickly replied, “I refuse to leave until I properly check on the Little Master. I really don’t want to have to run all the way over again the second I lie in bed. With that said… Little precious? Where are you…? Uncle’s here to see you…!”
Since Zayne’s voice was rather loud, he instantly woke Maison up. Soon enough, the boy came walking over while asking, “Daddy…? Uncle Miller…? …Uncle Zenos? What are all of you doing here…?”
Naturally, this left Zivon speechless…
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