As I open the door, I'm greeted by a pair of sea-blue eyes. “Zoey?” I arch my brow in surprise, giving her a once-over. She's holding a few white nylon bags.
“Here, take this,” She extends the bags to me, prompting me to give her a questioning look. She's avoiding eye contact, I wonder what's in the bag.
I slowly take the bags and peer into one of them, my eyes widening at the content. She's brought food items? I look at her, “What is this?”
Zoey folds her arms, looking away as she explains “The maids here only listen to brother Luke's instructions and neglects brother Kendrick's needs. I don't trust them with his meals so I think it'll be best if you do his cooking,”
I stare at her amused. She really does care for Kendrick. I purse my lips as I contemplate. Zoey's right about one
