Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
This was her first time cooking. She was frying a steak.
However, it was obvious that she failed to master the heat and scorched the steak.
The oil splashed onto her hands, causing a large bag to quickly form. She frowned in pain.
At this moment, there was the sound of the villa’s door opening, “Welcome, sir.”
Damien was back!
Joyce quickly dropped the spatula and hurriedly ran out.
Soon, she saw the handsome and noble figure by the door. Damien was wearing a thin black wool coat. With a graceful personality.
“Damien…”
Joyce wanted to step forward.
But, someone suddenly outrun her and came to Damien’s side, “Sir, you’re back. Change your shoes. first.”
It was Abelota.
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Abelota took out a pair of slippers, then squatted down and stretched out her hand to change Damien’s shoes.
Joyce looked at Abelota. Abelota was also wearing a maid’s uniform, but it seemed to have been. secretly improved.
Now, Abelota was squatting. She deliberately squeezed her chest tightly. If Damien looked down at her, from this angle, he would definitely be able to see some part of her bust.
Joyce’s footsteps froze. She didn’t want to go forward. She didn’t want to see this scene. She somewhat felt inexplicably upset.
Joyce turned around and left.
At this moment, Damien’s deep and magnetic voice came from behind, “Joyce, where are you going?”
Damien stood by the door. He did not spare Abelota a glance. His eyes were locked on Joyce’s body, as he frowned.
A man like Damien was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He had been served since he was a child. It was normal for Abelota, who was a maid to squat down to change his shoes.
Joyce looked back at Damien, “I’ll go prepare dinner for you!”
She entered the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Joyce was about to fry another steak when Damien walked in.
He saw the scorched steak. “This is the dinner you prepared for me? Are you not good at cooking?”
Joyce was a little unhappy, “Yeah, I’m not good at cooking, you can let someone else do it!”
At this moment, Abelota immediately walked in and brought a plate of delicate fruits. “Sir, please come to the living room to have some fruit.”
Joyce looked at the plate in Abelota’s hand, it contained different types of fruits.
Compared to her clumsiness in the kitchen, Abelota seemed to be ingenious, cute and considerate. “Let me go, you guys are blocking my way!”
Joyce felt that the two people in front of her were too annoying, so she turned around to leave.
At this moment, Damien grabbed onto her little hand and slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes to look. at her, “Joyce, what’s the matter with you? Did you eat gunpowder?”
he asked.
She didn’t eat gunpowder.
Joyce frowned and groaned, because he had dragged her onto the scalded area.
Only then did Damien realize that there was a wound on her hand. His handsome eyebrows immediately sank.
Damien looked at Abelota beside him. This was the first glance he gave her today. “Go get the medicine kit.”
Abelota was very unwilling. But she was only a maid, and couldn’t resist her boss’s order. Hence, she glared at Joyce before quickly bringing the medicine kit over.
Damien opened the medicine box and began to treat the scalded area for Joyce.
Joyce stared at the man in front of her. His handsome eyelids were lowered and he was focused and serious. The yellow light in the kitchen softened his perfect facial features, making people unable to look away.
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Hures?
Joyce had a lively and agile personality. She had suffered many injuries from childhood to adulthood. She was a healer herself and could heal herself. This was the first time someone had treated her.
Joyce snorted again.
“Does it hurt you?”
Damien’s movements became more gentle, and he even whispered to her scalded arca.
Author’s daily story.
At this moment, the door to the bride’s room was pushed open, and the groom, Alpha, walked in.
“Annabelle…”
Hearing Alpha’s voice, Annabelle quickly hid the portrait behind her. She didn’t have time to wipe the tears from her face.
“How did you get in?”
she probed.
Alpha was so sharp, he could see what Annabelle was hiding behind her.
“Oh, I heard that you sent everyone away. I was afraid that you would be nervous, so I came in to see you. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Alpha wanted to step forward.
But Annabelle quickly took a few steps back, and the portrait hidden behind her tightened, “I’m fine, the groom can’t see the bride now, hurry up and go out.”
Alpha was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, “Okay.”
Alpha walked out. His handsome face had already turned cold.
PS: my lovely readers, in the next update, I’ll write a little bit about the ending of Alpha and Annabelle’s past and present life.
Alpha stood tall and handsome in the hallway. The sky was clear today, but he felt an inexplicable chill.
What was in her hands?
What secret did she have in her heart?
“Young Master, what’s the matter?”
Reuben, the butler, walked over and asked in a low voice.
Alpha’s handsome face was calm. A few seconds later, he raised his thin lips, “I want to see the piece. of paper that Annabelle is hiding in her hands. Do you understand?”
Reuben nodded respectfully, “Yes.”
After the wedding, it was a night of passion. Annabelle had already fallen asleep in Alpha’s arms.
Alpha’s stiff back was leaning against the head of the bed. A cigarette was burning in the fingers of his right hand.
He just lowered his eyes and smoked, his eyes fell on Annabelle’s small face for a long time.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Reuben’s voice came from outside, “Young Master.”
Alpha stood up and got out of bed, then opened the door.
“Young Master, this is what you want.”
Reuben handed over the drawing paper. “This seems to be something important to Young Mistress. It was locked in a drawer.”
Alpha took the drawing paper, “I see, I’ll have a look.”
“Okay, sir.”
Alpha closed the room door. He stubbed out half of the cigarette butt in the ashtray and walked to the window.
He glanced at Annabelle, who was sleeping soundly, and slowly opened the drawing paper.
Alpha, who was in his fifties, appeared before him.
Alpha’s pupils shrank fiercely. He looked at this familiar, yet unfamiliar face on the drawing paper. Who was he?
The man on the drawing seemed to have had a heavy sense of power over over the years.
His shoulders were straight, but his temples were white.
Alpha stared at the man in a daze. When Annabelle was drawing him, she was so gentle. She carefully copied every inch of his facial features.
There were still mottled marks on the drawing paper. Those were her tears.
Alpha looked at the man on the drawing paper, at that moment, he knew that the man on the drawing paper was the love of her life.