She could only grumble to herself and hurriedly went to pour him some tea.
Fine, under someone's roof, one has to bow their head. Just you wait, when I become a big celebrity...an international movie star, the Best Actress! Then, I'll let you lick my boots!
Hallie Morgan brought the tea to him.
"Hallie, fetch me a book."
"Hallie, I want some fruit."
All evening, Hallie acted as his servant, bustling back and forth at his command, maintaining a superficial smile on her face. Seeing her, it brought a hint of amusement to him.
In the end, he pointed to the small kitchen, "I'm hungry, can you cook?"
What?
Hallie's mouth twitched slightly at the corner.
"What, you don't want to?" He looked at her.
"No, no, I'll cook!"
"If it's not good, I'll get angry," he said with a dangerous smile.
"..."
Fortunately, Hallie knew how to cook.
