Chapter 345

Chapter: 345

At that very moment, an enticing aroma entered the room. The two men turned in the direction of the door as Millie brought in a

tray of two large bowls of noodles.

“It smells good,” Harlan praised.

The compliment did not improve Millie’s mood in the slightest. She carefully placed the bowls of noodles in front of the two before

handing them the spoons and forks.

She then put the tray away and looked Marcus straight in the eye.

“Mr. Thomas, can | go to bed now? It’s already one o’clock in the morning.”

Marcus noticed Millie’s visible discomfort, her fingers tightly gripping the tray, and it dawned on him that she was furious because

she had been asked to cook.

“Go rest. Thank you.”

Pleased by his gratitude, Millie spun around and retreated from the study. She made her way to the bedroom, intending to

freshen up and retire for the night.

Harlan’s gaze trailed her until she disappeared behind the study door. He couldn’t shake the suspicion of some clandestine affair

between Marcus and his maid, who dared to express anger towards her master.

Such audacity was unexpected.

Despite his efforts, Harlan couldn’t figure it out. He smirked, adjusted his chair closer to the table, and reached out for the bowl of

noodles.

“Time to sample the culinary skills of your maid.” Harlan lifted a chunk of noodles to his lips.

To his surprise, the noodles were exceptional. Harlan started to enjoy his meal with visible satisfaction.

Marcus shot a disapproving glance at his companion, who seemed to relish the meal before him. He then reached for his fork

and began to taste his own serving.

Upon tasting the noodles, his eyebrows lifted in surprise. They were incredibly delicious.

He remembered how she had claimed she couldn’t cook. It was surprising to witness someone with no prior knowledge of noodle

cooking prepare such appetizing noodles.

Marcus reminisced about the scene in the kitchen where Millie displayed grace in every movement. With her fair hands, she

cracked eggs effortlessly, and her attention intermittently shifted to the pot, its contents steaming with anticipation.

In that fleeting moment, an illusion swept over him, as if time itself had come to a standstill, freezing the world around him.

Harlan was so enamored by the meal that he finished not just the noodles but the soup as well. Once done, he reclined against

his chair, stretching out his legs.

“Extraordinary. Your maid is as capable as she is beautiful.”

During the night, the diligent maid took care to clean up the room, restoring it to a tidy state. Additionally, she adeptly prepared

delicious noodles.

“But in my observation, it seems she has a rather volatile temper.”