"Let’s not add the garlic paste, okay? He can’t eat it! His stomach’s upset! Haven’t I told you this before? How many times do I have to repeat it?" Despite the urgency, her voice remained sweet.
"The soup must be simmered on low heat, be patient, you have to cook the broth until it’s thick! Thanks a lot!"
"Let’s also cook two servings of stomach-friendly porridge, okay? Don’t add sugar yet, because I don’t know if he likes it sweet."
She gave instructions in English in the kitchen, afraid something might go wrong.
The excitement was palpable.
The chirping voices were actually quite pleasant, like those of a nightingale, but when she faked a hoarse voice, it was so convincing that Justin Kingston fell for it.
This made her think Justin Kingston was quite adorable!
"Miss, the gown has been delivered. Would you like to try it on?"
"Okay! I’ll be there right away!"
Before leaving, Emily gave a few more instructions to the chef, "You must win a man’s heart through his stomach! Whether tonight is enjoyable depends on you! If you can satisfy Mr. Kingston, I’ll give you all a bonus!"
After saying this, she followed the butler to the living room.
A maid held a purple evening gown in her hands. Even though it was folded, the color was stunning enough to capture her eyes.
"It’s so beautiful!" It was the kind of purple she liked, light, gentle, barely there.
Emily carefully picked up the gown, the beautiful skirt draping down, shimmering as it moved.
With the help of the servants, she slipped into the carefully chosen gown and spun in front of the full-length mirror, looking as beautiful as a princess from a fairy tale.
"Tonight, I will definitely capture his eyes, his heart." She was enchanted by her beauty and had this confidence.
The chefs were almost done, and the dining table was filled with various delicious delicacies and beautiful seven-colored fruit wines.
Having put on the gown and perfected her makeup, Emily sat on the sofa in front of the coffee table, leaning slightly forward, and picked up the phone to dial Justin Kingston’s number—
"Hello, has the diary arrived?" Justin Kingston’s deep voice had a hint of delight, as he was already thirty thousand feet in the air. For more chapters visit novel⚑fire.net
The girl beamed, her voice gentle, "Welcome to the manor, I’m inviting you to dinner. I’m Emily."
This voice... Justin Kingston’s brow furrowed slightly, why wasn’t it hoarse?
"Mr. Kingston, do you need me to repeat it?" the girl asked with a smile.
"Did the diary arrive?" Justin Kingston asked her, not questioning why she lied, even possibly about the leg injury.
He seemed concerned only about the diary, which made the girl a bit disappointed.
"I’m inviting you to dinner, just so we can talk about the diary."
"Thank you for your gracious invitation." Justin Kingston’s voice was low and magnetic. "If the diary is with you, I’ll have someone come over to take a look. We won’t take it away."
"What about you?" Her chest tightened as she asked unhappily, "Why aren’t you coming? Where are you?"
"Sorry, I’m on a plane back to Riventhal." Justin Kingston said, "The company has some matters that need my attention."
"How rude! Not even a proper greeting?" She could hardly stand it anymore.
Justin Kingston chuckled and reminded her, "Your voice..."
"Don’t mind my voice! If you don’t come in person, I won’t give the diary to anyone! Not even a glance!" She said, hanging up the phone stubbornly.
Justin Kingston fell into contemplation; this girl was not simple, too childish.
Remembering yesterday in her bedroom, because her vocal cords were damaged, he had to sit on the edge of her bed to hear her clearly... the scene replayed in his mind, making him uneasily anxious.
Only now did he realize that things were not quite right.
Justin Kingston had never been ; his alertness was usually very high, yet just to see the diary, he had... disregarded himself?
And what Emily did next made Justin Kingston finally realize that he had fallen into her trap.