Chapter 12 Let's play a game?
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She continued, “I know you can. So you’ll cook after all. You said you would be good to me, didn’t you?”
She used his own words against him, leaving the man with no way to refuse her without making himself look like a liar.
For a moment, he simply stared at her.
Then, calmly, the corner of his lips lifted into a small smirk.
Without saying another word, he stood up from the couch and walked away.
Violet watched him leave, her eyes following his figure until he disappeared through the doorway.
Her brows pulled together.
Had she upset him?
She hadn't expected him to react that way. She had only teased him a little. Besides, he was the one who had said he would be good to her.
Violet remained on the couch, suddenly unsure of what to do.
She glanced down at herself, then looked around the room.
The room was beautiful and luxurious, far more comfortable than she had expected. Everything around her looked expensive, from the furniture to the decorations. Yet, despite how impressive the place was, she couldn't stop thinking about the man who had just walked away.
Maybe she had pushed him too far.
Violet sighed.
She didn't move from the couch for almost thirty minutes.
Eventually, she couldn't sit there any longer.
She glanced around the room one more time before slowly getting to her feet. She walked out of the room and headed down the hallway, still wondering where he had gone.
As she approached the dining hall, she suddenly stopped.
Her eyes widened.
He was there.
The man stood at the dinner table with a bowl of food before him. He looked completely calm, as though nothing had happened between them.
He lifted his eyes and noticed her standing at the entrance.
Then he gestured for her to come closer. Violet blinked.
Wait.
Did he really cook?
She had honestly thought he was upset with her.
For a few seconds, she remained where she was, staring at him suspiciously.
Then the delicious scent drifting through the dining hall reached her.
Her stomach growled. Violet quickly placed a hand over it.
She hoped he hadn't heard.
But judging by the amused look that appeared on his face, he probably had.
She didn't think about it for too long. Almost subconsciously, she walked toward him.
The closer she got, the stronger the scent became.
It smelled delicious. Actually, it smelled more than delicious.
It was mouth-watering.
Violet swallowed as she looked at the food.
She suddenly realized just how hungry she was. The man watched her reaction but said nothing.
Instead, he pulled a chair aside for her.
“Sit.”
Violet glanced at him before slowly sitting down.
He picked up another bowl and placed it in front of her. Her eyes immediately fell on the food.
For a moment, she forgot everything else.
She was famished.
She picked up her spoon and was already preparing to devour the food when his voice stopped her.
“Wait, you foxy little tiger. Don't just jump at the prey,” the man teased.
Violet froze. She slowly looked up at him.
Then she rolled her eyes.
“Who says I'm jumping at anything?”
He chuckled. “You were about to.”
“I was hungry.”
“I noticed.”
Violet ignored his teasing and looked back at the food.
She picked up her spoon again.
“Firstly, I cooked...”
“Enough. Just go straight to the point,” she interrupted.
The man raised an eyebrow.
Violet grumbled under her breath as her stomach roared again.
She was starving, and she didn't have the patience for whatever speech he was about to give her.
He stared at her for a moment.
The playful expression on his face slowly faded. His eyes narrowed. And for once, Violet saw something different in him.
The warmth disappeared.
His face became cold and unreadable, his gaze fixed intensely on her as though he were scanning every little expression on her face.
Violet's hand paused above the bowl.
She stared back at him.
“What?”
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, his eyes moved from her face to the bowl of food in front of her.
Then he looked back at her.
“You won't eat this food.”
Violet's eyes widened.
“What?”
A smirk slowly returned to his face.
The cold exterior disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that familiar, playful playboy look.
Violet stared at him, completely confused.
“You just told me not to jump at the food, and now you're telling me I can't eat it?”
He leaned back slightly in his chair.
“I didn't say you couldn't eat it.”
“You literally just said I won't eat it.”
“Exactly.”
Violet narrowed her eyes.
She didn't understand him.
One moment, he was acting cold and intimidating. The next, he was sitting there with that irritatingly playful expression on his face.
“You're confusing,” she muttered.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
He smiled.
Violet stared at him for a few seconds before finally shaking her head.
“Okay, fine.”
She placed the spoon down.
For some reason, instead of being annoyed, a strange idea suddenly crossed her mind.
A slow grin spread across her face.
The man noticed the change immediately. “What?”
Violet's grin widened. "Okay,” she said. “Let's play a game.”
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