Of Pillows and Pampering นิยาย บท 3

After saying that, Sally turned around to head back into the kitchen. The two servants hurriedly stopped her. “There’s no need, Madam.”

They were employed to cook breakfast in the Moses house every day. If Sally did everything they were supposed to do, and Mr. Moses was to find out about it, would that not mean losing their job?

“Madam.”

One of the servants started talking in a dissatisfied tone, “Aunt Leigh and I are in charge of breakfast here. With all due respect, you’ve just arrived here and a stranger to Mr. Moses’ eating habits. Please refrain from messing things up.”

The other servant went along immediately. “That’s right. Aunt Zelda is right. Please refrain from cooking, Madam.”

“Mr. Moses would not eat breakfast like this.”

Aunt Zelda looked at the boring and tasteless breakfast made by Sally in contempt. “A person like Mr. Moses has always had milk, ham, and sandwiches for breakfast. Madam, don’t you think that the porridge and pickled vegetables that you prepared for him seem rather crude?”

Surprise swarmed over Sally’s rosy cheeks before transforming into a grey dullness.

She lowered her head and mumbled to herself in agreement. “You’re right.”

It was true that rich people preferred sophisticated things.

In school, even those students who were slightly well-off would not join them in eating the plain porridge with a side of vegetables from the cafeteria, what more a reputed person like Elijah Moses?

What a blunder.

After a while, the girl recollected her thoughts. She lifted her head and beamed at Aunt Zelda. “I’ll just throw them away, then!”

Aunt Leigh froze. Aunt Zelda had crossed the line when she said it like that. Yet, the little madam was not angry at her and offered to throw the food out herself?

Looking at the breakfast on the table that was still steaming hot, Aunt Leigh could not bear to see them thrown and stepped forward to stop Sally. “Madam, it’ll be wasteful to throw them out. Leave these for servants like us. Please don’t do this again in the future, Madam.”

Sally hesitated for a brief second. “Okay.

“I’m heading upstairs.”

After saying that, Sally turned around and felt bitterness rising in her throat.

It seemed like her presence was not quite welcomed in this house.

…

In the bedroom, the man with a beautiful face slept soundly.

Sally lied down on her stomach at the side of the bed and traced the chiseled lines on the man’s face with her eyes. She bit her lips and mumbled in a low voice, “City-dwellers like you are nothing but melodramatic!”

“What milk, ham, and sandwiches for breakfast?!”

“I’ve never eaten a sandwich before! How would I know how to make that…”

Before marrying Elijah, her aunt had showered Sally with advice, saying that a woman should either fulfill her husband’s sexual desires or feed his stomach. Only then would they be happy in their marriage and live happily ever after.

The more Sally thought about what happened yesterday night and everything that happened in the kitchen, the more aggrieved she felt.

She just got married; she did not want her life to turn out unhappy.

Yesterday night, Elijah did not continue after kissing her for a while. There she was, worrying about his health and thought that it would be fine for them not to do it, all things considered. After all, she was quite skillful in cooking.

Yet, her cooking skills had been viewed with disdain.

Did that not mean that she could only work her way through matters in bed?

“Hey.”

She pursed her lips. Her gaze was set on his sharp nose. “I’m going to kiss you if you don’t wake up.”

Elijah’s long eyelashes trembled, but he did not open his eyes.

Looking at the man’s cold but charming face, Sally’s heart started to beat wildly.

She lowered her head. She nearly kissed him a few times, but she gave up every single time.

Eventually, she retreated like a deflated ball.

Forget it. Perhaps her aunt’s words were not accurate. Maybe happiness was not directly related to whether they bed each other.

Even so, she could not shake off the discomfort in her heart.

At this moment, her phone started to ring.

It was a call from her aunt, Jane Lindell.

Sally took her phone and answered the call in the bathroom.

“Sal, did everything go well yesterday night?”

The call connected and Jane went straight to the point on the other side of the phone.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. Jane’s and Sally’s voices flowed out the bathroom like spring water on a mountain stream. “It didn’t really go well.”

“Not well? You guys didn’t do it?”

“No…”

Elijah asked with frowning eyebrows across the wide dining table that stretched out between them.

Sally pursed her lips. “Something you don’t like to eat.”

The man smiled lightly. “How would you know that I won’t like it?”

Sally pouted. With a naive tone unstained by any sense of impurity, Sally answered, “Aunt Zelda told me that.”

Standing at the side, Aunt Zelda felt a chill running up her spine.

The man with a piece of black silk on his face elegantly lifted the milk and took a sip. “Aunt Zelda told you that I don’t eat that?”

“Yes.”

Hints of playfulness tinged his deep voice. “Why would the fridge store food that I don’t eat?”

Feeling slightly apologetic, Sally pursed her lips, “It’s me…

“I didn’t figure out what you like, so I didn’t realize that you don’t eat such crude food. I made something for you based on what I usually eat…”

“Is that so?”

Elijah put his glass of milk down slowly.

As the glass came into contact with the dining table, the crisp ringing that it made came with a warning of danger. Aunt Zelda nearly fell to her knees.

The man’s deep voice was as cold as winter’s peak. “To be honest, today I learned that I don’t eat what you’ve made too.”

Before Sally understood the meaning of his words, he had accurately picked up the side dish in front of her.

Elijah picked up his chopsticks, pretended to poke around before snatching up a piece from the side dish without fail, and tasted it.

It had a taste that he had never encountered before. It was sweet and sour, tinged with a hint of spiciness.

“Not bad.”

He set down his chopsticks elegantly. “When did Aunt Zelda figure out that I don’t like eating this?”

Was this the reason why the girl went upstairs in a huff earlier this morning, threw herself onto the bed, and accused him of being melodramatic? She must have suffered indignance from Aunt Zelda, did she not?

The coldness in the man’s voice sent shudders up Aunt Zelda’s back that she hid behind Aunt Leigh involuntarily.

Elijah continued. “You’re not talking, Aunt Zelda. Is it because you think there isn’t a need to explain yourself to this blind man?”