Alexander snorted coldly, forcefully pressing her against his chest, lifting her stubbornly closed chin to kiss her.
"Master, the dishes are served."
The voice of the maid came from behind.
"Deal with you later!"
Upon hearing this, Alexander pushed Hailey away, his voice wildly declaring his words, and turned to walk towards the long dining table.
He really disliked the feeling of hunger and had to eat something.
Hailey was pushed and hit the kitchen counter, a sharp pain in her waist, but she breathed a sigh of relief, narrowly escaping disaster.
She could no longer stay in this place.
She lost her appetite for fish soup and was about to leave when Alexander's furious roar came from behind, "I invited you here to make food that even dogs won't eat? Get out, all of you, go and collect your severance pay and leave!"
Then, there was a series of the sounds of plates and bowls smashing on the floor, terrifying to the core.
Without looking, she knew the kitchen must be in a mess at this moment.
Hailey thought of what Feng said.
Feng once told her, "Miss Hailey, whether you are as the young master says, very affected, in my eyes, you are much better than Miss Christina and the others. There are some words I just told you."
Then, Feng revealed a secret about Alexander. "The young master comes from an outstanding family, has been the center of attention since he was young, and he is a genius in business, wise and decisive. There is nothing he can't solve. But nobody is perfect, perhaps because the young master is too perfect. God would... have you heard of paranoid personality disorder?"
Alexander, the man with the highest net worth in the world, has paranoia.
The biggest symptom is that he is extremely irritable and manic, sometimes even violent, and he cannot control it himself.
Feng's advice to her was - to regain freedom, one must not provoke or confront Alexander, but to go along with him.
To flatter and please?
How could she flatter such a despicable man.
Hailey thought with resistance, while the man behind her was still raging at the chefs and maids.
After much hesitation, she still ladled a bowl of fish soup and walked towards Alexander.
Alexander was angry at the dining table, the maids were squatting on the floor to clean up the mess, all of them trembling with fear.
"If you don't like any of those, would you like to try the fish soup I cooked?"
Hailey put the fish soup in front of Alexander, trying to speak as gently as possible while suppressing her hatred.
For freedom, any method must be tried.
Alexander, who was in a bad temper, glanced at her contemptuously, "Do you know what level of chef I invite? If I can't appreciate their cooking, how could I appreciate yours?"
Joke.
Well, it's not that easy to please him.
Hailey had to move the fish soup from in front of him to her side, sat down and began to drink it. She was used to researching cooking at home, and she believed her cooking was not worse than that of hotels and restaurants.
The aroma of the fish soup wafted towards Alexander in waves, a very ordinary scent, seemingly nothing special, but inexplicably enticing...
Alexander stared at Hailey, seeing her drinking the fish soup as if no one else was around, her plain face showing no expression, quietly sipping the soup, one mouthful after another.
"Give it to me!"
Alexander spoke rudely, snatching the bowl in front of her, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip.
Ugh.
The taste was not bad.
There was no fishy smell at all, the freshness of the fish was fully brought out, without the chefs' deliberate show of skills, but surprisingly good to drink.
He hadn't had such a soup that suited his stomach for so long.
Alexander was starving . He drank a few more mouthfuls, then picked up the chopsticks to eat the fish meat, finishing the bowl, and asked the maid to serve the remaining fish soup from the pot...
Hailey sat there, dumbfounded, watching Alexander drink all the fish soup she cooked without leaving a drop.
"Next time, don't use cilantro. I don't like it!"
Alexander pushed the empty bowl forward, took a clean napkin from the maid's hand to wipe his mouth, glanced at the business messages on his phone, then stood up and left without looking back, leaving only a tall figure.
He should have dealt with her after finishing the fish soup, but he still had urgent documents from the group to deal with.
Not to delay business for women is his principle.
Hailey, holding her empty stomach, stared blankly at the empty bowl on the dining table, her heart in turmoil.
He ate it all even though he didn't like cilantro...
That was a whole pot of soup, is he a big eater? She only had two sips of soup...
"Miss Hailey, you have been in the Taylor family for so long.
Don't you miss the baby after not seeing it for such a long time?"
"No, I really don't have a baby, and I would say the same thing even if I said it a hundred times, I really haven't given birth."
Another day of exhaustive questioning, Hailey got up from the lie detector chair, touching her aching head, her spirit was extremely fragile.
"Miss Hailey, are you alright?"
Feng closed the questioning documents in his hand, his eyes surrounded by wrinkles, looked at Hailey with worry.
"If you don't ask me these boring questions every day, I would be fine." Hailey hated Alexander, but she couldn't hate the kind old butler Feng, she shook her head to sober up, and after a while, she asked again, "Butler Feng, when can I leave?"
If it goes on like this, she is afraid she will really go crazy.
"Miss Hailey, I told you, as long as you can go along with the young master."
"But..."
"The young master just got angry again, complaining about the snacks brought by the kitchen.
Why don't you make some? I heard that the young master drank a lot of your fish soup last time."
Hailey was silent, but her face was full of reluctance.
Seeing this, Feng said earnestly, "As long as the young master is in a good mood, he can listen to you a little more."
As long as he is in a good mood... can he let her go?
Let's try it again.
Hailey told herself this, enduring her disgust and hatred for Alexander, she obediently made a bucket of vanilla ice cream, holding it and walking up the winding artistic stairs.
A woman walked down from upstairs in a coquettish manner, her bright red nightgown half falling, a pair of E-cup breasts particularly eye-catching...
It was the woman who was messing around with Alexander in the corridor that day. It seems her name is Christina, one of Alexander's women, and she can't even be considered his woman.
It has nothing to do with her.
Hailey only took a glance, then walked upstairs without looking sideways.
A white thigh was stretched in front of her, and Hailey had to stop.
"Don't think you can stay by Mr. Alexander's side without giving up the child." Christina looked at her arrogantly, her voice permeating an indescribable charm, "There are so many outstanding women around Mr. Alexander that they can't be seated at several tables, and you can't even squeeze in with your caliber..."
The provocation was more than obvious.
Hailey looked at the woman, not angry, but amused, and asked in return, "Then where have you squeezed in with your caliber?"
"You -"
Insulted, Christina's face suddenly looked very ugly, and she reached out to push her.
Hailey quickly held up the ice cream bucket in her hand, "That is what Mr. Alexander needs hit it."
Upon hearing this, Christina was shocked and forcibly pulled her hand back. She didn't dare to touch what Mr. Alexander wanted, even if she had ten leopard's courage.
"Excuse me."
Seeing this, Hailey said lightly, and walked around her and went upstairs, with Christina's disdainful snort coming from behind.
After walking a few steps, Hailey suddenly stopped, her pure little face slightly wrinkled.
She always felt that something was wrong.
Did Christina just come to warn her?
Hailey thought, scooped a spoonful of ice cream, a strong smell of fish came, she immediately spat it into the trash can next to her...
It was so disgusting.
It seems that just now Christina pretended to hit her and took the opportunity to sprinkle something into her ice cream. Alexander is known for his irritable temper, and if he eats this, he will kill her in minutes...
It's a vicious but childish trick.
Hailey bit her lip, turned around and went back to the kitchen to make another bucket of ice cream, and walked towards Alexander's study.
"Knock knock."
Hailey gently knocked on the slightly open door.
"Get in."
Alexander's unfriendly voice came.
Hailey bit her lip, cursed in her heart, and then pushed the door open, once again shocked by the internal architectural style of the castle. The entire study was circular, with large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Knock knock.
Hailey tapped lightly on the slightly ajar door.
"Get in."
Alexander's unfriendly voice called out.
Hailey bit her lip, cursed under her breath, and then pushed the door open, once again struck by the castle's interior architecture. The entire study was designed in a circular fashion, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, towering bookshelves, and an endless collection of books...
Alexander sat behind his massive curved desk, dressed casually yet elegantly, his fingers steepled under his chin, watching her enter with a look of contempt in his eyes, "You may look innocent, but you've got quite a scheming mind."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Hailey said indifferently, walking over and placing the ice cream bucket on a corner of the desk. Her gaze flicked to a computer on top, which was playing a surveillance feed, showing the corner of the artistic staircase.
So, he had seen her argument with Christina; no wonder he was speaking to her like this.
"I don't think it's scheming, I'm just being cautious." Hailey defended herself softly.
Teachers always taught that one must be wary of others.
In this place where daylight rarely penetrated, who else could protect her but herself?
"So, you're refusing to give up the child. Who are you cautious of?"
Alexander retorted coldly, his eyes locked on her face, a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface when he mentioned the child.
He had already grown impatient with the lengthy process of reclaiming the child.
"I made ice cream. Would you like to try some? We can talk after you've tasted it."
Understanding that he was about to get angry, Hailey spoke up, feeling a bit lost inside.
Alexander liked the fish soup she cooked, but she wasn't sure if he would like the ice cream she made...
"Trying to win me over?"
Alexander saw right through her intentions.
Hailey remained silent.
"No! I never eat desserts." Alexander scoffed.
"Oh, I'll take it back then." Hailey picked up the ice cream bucket to leave.
"Put it down!"
"..."