He is coming
633 Words
So, were all the ingredients prepared in the kitchen just for the dinner that Winston would have later in the evening?
Because the lunch was far from luxurious, in fact, it was so bland that Audrey struggled to eat it!
Her taste was inclined toward heavier flavors, and she frowned, asking, "Why is everything so bland?"
"The young master dislikes having any unusual odors in his mouth, so please endure it today and keep your mouth fresh at all times."
Audrey couldn't eat any more. "What about the sweet and sour spare ribs I asked for?"
"The young master is very sensitive to the smell of vinegar... You can only have it after he leaves."
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After lunch, Audrey rested for only half an hour before being forcibly taken to the bathroom by the servant.
From 1 o'clock in the afternoon until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, she soaked in a milk bath for a full two hours.
The servant meticulously cleaned her from head to toe, applied body lotion all over, sprayed a small amount of subtle perfume, and even carefully trimmed her fingernails.
Audrey endured it all, being handled like a puppet by these people.
Hairdressing, changing clothes, it took a considerable amount of time. Audrey spent almost the entire day preparing herself for Winston's arrival...
By evening, however, Winston had not shown up.
New dishes kept being added to the dining table, and because there weren't enough hands, all the servants were busy running back and forth to the kitchen, paying no attention to Audrey.
Humph, they wanted her to keep her mouth fresh, but she deliberately wanted to eat something with a stronger taste.
She quietly took a jar of pickled garlic from the refrigerator. As soon as she opened the lid, a pungent smell filled the air.
She didn't particularly like this stuff, but only this flavor was strong enough and lasted long enough...
Audrey endured it and ate the entire jar of pickled garlic, feeling her mouth go dry and her tongue parched.
Did he dislike the taste of pickled cucumber?
Then she deliberately took a bottle of pickled cucumber and applied it on her body, clothes, hair, especially on some key areas... her chest and legs. She got a little vinegar everywhere.
Well, this smell really wasn't pleasant. Audrey wrinkled her nose as she applied it.
Because everyone's attention was now focused on Winston, Audrey deliberately sat far away, trying not to attract anyone's notice.
As the night grew darker, it reached 10 o'clock, and there was still no sign of Winston.
"At this hour, why hasn't the young master arrived yet?" The servant added new scented wax to the incense, maintaining a pleasant fragrance in the house.
"Perhaps the young master had something come up suddenly and won't be coming today."
The servant took turns going to the terrace to look out, returning each time with a disappointed expression.
By midnight—
The villa had fallen into a state of sleep, and a private helicopter landed on the island's beach, creating a wild and intense wind.
The French assistant and four uniformed attendants disembarked from the helicopter, waiting on either side of the ladder.
This was the world's most advanced commercial helicopter, with a capacity of around ten people, equipped with luxurious bedrooms, bathrooms, and dining areas.
Every accessory was top-tier luxury.
A red carpet was laid on the helipad—
A tall and handsome figure walked out of the helicopter. In the darkness, his aura was sharp, like that of a noble emperor.
His handsome face was outlined against the backlight, with deeply chiseled features, deep blue eyes, and crimson lips. Even without smiling, he had a natural air of nobility.
The waves crashed against the rocks, creating a loud sound of the tide.
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