"You need to hurry! Young master is about to kill himself," a maid jabbered and Ivy's eyes widened as she hastily left her bed, she ran out of the room and the maids led her to the kitchen. Her heart was pounding like a brand new drum set as fear gripped her soul - tightly, the fact that her marriage was going to get dissolved in a month didn't mean that she'd like to be a widow.. not when he started playing the 'mr nice' card.
The fear in her heart dissipated and utter bewilderment replaced it immediately, the scene in her head was that he wanted to use a knife to slit his throat because of what happened the previous night or maybe something more personal. But Ian's suicide mission was cooking for his wife, the once enormous and mystifying kitchen was now comparable to a disgusting cave filled with broken eggs, spilled oil, shredded beef, burnt pork and the man who was about to blow up his kitchen.
