Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 268

Eric didn't notice anything unusual about me. He just seemed a little dispirited that I didn't respond to him.

I remained silent the whole time, waiting quietly for things to go back to their usual state. When we arrived home, I felt a little dazed as I watched Eric climb the stairs.

I seemed to feel lost about what happened earlier. What on earth was I scared of?

These concerns didn't haunt me for long, though. I was exhausted from everything that happened that day, and my entire body was sore.

After I washed up, I lay on the bed and dozed off. By the time I woke up, it was the beginning of my life as a chef.

Once I made arrangements at work, I drove to Mr. Simpson's villa and cooked for him. After I did the dishes and packed everything up, I went back to the company and toiled away.

A few days later, I was surprised to find Jeremiah at the entrance to Mr. Simpson's villa. However, Elsa didn't follow him this time.

Jeremiah scoffed when he saw me walking over as if he knew this would happen.

"As expected, there was no way you could have persuaded Mr. Simpson that easily last time," he said tauntingly. "You might've left cockily, but you still have to come back and grovel at his feet now."

I smiled and asked, "Why isn't Elsa with you this time? Did you two get into a fight last time?"

Although I couldn't see my own expression, I could guess by the look on Jeremiah's face that my smile was very provocative.

Jeremiah's expression darkened, and his eyes became shifty. He rubbed his head uneasily and asked, "What gave you the idea? Elsa can't be here because there's something else she has to do today. Will you stop making wild guesses?"

I pursed my lips, showing him that I didn't believe in him. I had long noticed that Jeremiah would instinctively rub his head every time he lied.