As the day wore on and evening approached, Arwen put the finishing touches on her revenge dish. The table was set, the spicy concoction simmering in a serving dish at the center. She stood back, admiring her handiwork with a smug smile.
The sound of a car pulling up outside made her heart skip a beat. Ye Shufen was back. She took a deep breath, composing herself. She wouldn't let him see how much his return affected her.
The front door opened, and Ye Shufen's footsteps echoed through the mansion. Arwen heard him talking to Zhang Ming, his voice low and commanding. Then, he was at the doorway of the dining room, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene.
"What's this?" he asked, his gaze flicking between Arwen and the table.
"Mr. General welcome back," Arwen said. Damn it wasn't he supposed to be back tomorrow!
Ye Shufen stepped forward and grabbed Arwen chin.
"Unhappy that I am back?"
"No no no Mr. General!" Arwen said. Ye Shufen who was arrogant sat down and patted the table.
"Arwen do you know that too chefs beg to cook for me what these food! Did you poison it!?" Ye Shufen said.
"Then I will feed it to the servants and the guards," Arwen said ahe grabbed the large chill bowl.
"Stop it! It's mine! Mine, mine!" Ye Shufen snapped and took the bowl and eat the chili and he found this is so good. He licked his lips so delicious.
"Disgusting!" Ye Shufen said. Arwen looked at him and she sighed. But the big bowl of chili was brought it and he eat all the chili. Arwen was about to eat her chili but Ye Shufen even eat her food.
"Disgusting!" He said.
Childish!
Arwen stared at Ye Shufen in disbelief as he devoured her carefully prepared meal. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn't stop eating. It was as if he was trying to prove something, to assert his dominance even in this small act.
She crossed her arms, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
"You know, for a man who claims to find it disgusting, you sure are eating a lot of it," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Ye Shufen paused, a spoonful of chili halfway to his mouth. He looked up at her, his eyes narrowed.
"It's... acceptable," he conceded grudgingly.
"For prison food."
Speechless…
"Well I am going to go to bed," Arwen said as she stood up and walked away.
Ye Shufen watched Arwen leave, his gaze lingering on her retreating form. He couldn't deny the pang of disappointment he felt at her departure. The meal, despite his protests, had been exceptional. Her cooking skills were a surprise, another layer to the enigma that was Arwen Winslow.
He finished the chili, his mouth burning and his stomach full. He felt a strange sense of contentment, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a dangerous feeling, one that threatened to weaken his resolve.
Early the next morning
Knock knock
"What is it?" Arwen asked she looked at Zhang Ming who stared at her.
"Lady Arwen, Arwen is hungry wants to have your breakfast."
Speechless.
The next morning
Arwen blinked, stunned by Zhang Ming's words. Ye Shufen, the man who had imprisoned her, who treated her like a possession, wanted her to cook for him again? It was absurd, ridiculous.
"No," she said flatly, turning back to her book.
"Tell him I'm busy."
Zhang Ming hesitated, his expression uncertain.
"Lady Arwen, I... I must insist. The General was quite adamant. He said if you refuse, there will be consequences."
Arwen's heart sank. Consequences. She knew all too well what that meant. She closed her book, a sigh escaping her lips.
"Fine," she said, her voice resigned.
"I'll cook his damn breakfast."
She stood, walking past Zhang Ming towards the kitchen. As she passed him, she muttered under her breath.
"This is ridiculous. I'm being held captive and now I'm his personal chef?"
Since Arwen is from America she made an American breakfast. She stretched out her arms after finishing making waffles, whip cream and she cut up strawberries and put them on top of the breakfast she walked straight toward Ye Shufen who was busy reading a document he saw the breakfast he slightly frowned and he eat the breakfast like yesterday he devoured much of the food.
Arwen watched, incredulous, as Ye Shufen devoured her American breakfast. He ate with gusto, his mouth full, yet he still managed to mutter between bites.
"It's... tolerable," he said, his tone dismissive.
Arwen's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin.
"Tolerable?" she repeated, her voice rising.
"I slave over a hot stove, making a breakfast that's completely foreign to you, and all you can say is 'tolerable'?"
She slammed her hands on the table, her frustration boiling over.
"You know what, Ye Shufen? I'm done. I'm done with your arrogance, your cruelty, your... your... insensitivity!"
She spun on her heel, ready to storm out, but Ye Shufen's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.
"Sit," he said and pulled her on his lap and he grabbed a spoon and shoved it in her mouth. Arwen became so angry before she can snap Ye Shufen kissed her and he licked his lips.
"I want more food," he whined like a child.
Arwen struggled in Ye Shufen's grip, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She couldn't believe he had kissed her, and in front of Zhang Ming no less. The butler stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock.
"You're insane," she hissed, trying to pull away.
Ye Shufen tightened his hold, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her in place.
"I want more food," he repeated, his voice petulant.
"You heard me. Cook something else."
Arwen glared at him, her heart racing. She was trapped, both physically and metaphorically. But she refused to break, refused to give him the satisfaction.
"No," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"I won't be your personal chef. I won't be your toy. I'm a person, Ye Shufen, not a servant or a plaything."
She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with defiance.
"If you want more food, you'll have to make it yourself."
"50,000 grand."
"What do you want to eat?" Arwen said as she smiled brightly her mood changed so quickly who doesn't like money? With her line work and almost going to a university she needs money. Ye Shufrn was speechless this little woman refused to make food but turns around and agreed a such a cute adorable wild cat.