Chapter 582 You Will Kneel Down By My Feet and Beg Me (1/2)

Midnight in Tyrone Mansion.

The villa was quiet when Jacob returned reeking powerfully of alcohol. He was however not drunk, but quite sober.

”You are back.” His ears recognized the gentle voice, and he felt some tiredness at the unanticipated late-night presence.

He frowned as he turned and saw Emily carefully carrying a pot of hot soup from the kitchen.

”I did not hire you as my cook. Are the maids all dead?” he scolded.

'What if she gets burnt by the hot pot?

Doesn't she remember that her hand is still injured? Is she so simple minded that she'd add new scars to her body? Such a twerp!' he mentally cursed her.

Stepping forward he took the still-boiling pot from her and asked in a resigned tone, ”Where does it go?”

She paused for a moment then answered gently, ”Put it on the table please.”

Walking to the table he set it down with a loud thump. ”It's late already. Why aren't you asleep with Beryl? Why are you making soup at this time of the night?” he asked in disgruntlement.

Lowering her eyes, she spoke in a low voice, ”I made it for you.”

He stared at her for a long while then replied with raw arrogance, ”What do you want in exchange? Spell it out. But if you still want something ridiculous, like love, just save it.”

Her expression remained unperturbed, but she shook her head and said, ”I don't want anything. Try some please. It will help you sober up.”

He sensed that something had changed in her, but what it was he couldn't even guess at. Turning his attention to the pot he lifted the lid and a delicious aroma wafted out from the bubbling liquid. Watching the contents he hesitated.

She laughed upon seeing his suspicious mind at work. Ladling a bowl of the soup she drank some. ”I'm not such a vicious person that I would poison your soup,” she said.

Suddenly, he caught her hand and pulled her into his arms, giving her a deep kiss.

”There. I tried it. Tastes delicious,” he said with smile.

She did not react or reply, as if she was now completely used to his taking advantage of her.

He wanted to say more, but was distracted as he noticed the newspaper on the table. The title screamed in large and bold print-