Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

She was very tired but still asked to cook.

Francis glanced at Lynn in surprise. Her words just now were quite harsh.

“Your servants are so temperamental. She even dares to talk back to her master. Whose servant is as temperamental as her?”

Lynn was wearing a maid uniform, and Francis took Lynn as a maid here.

With his black eyes deepened a little, Benson looked at Lynn and said coldly and with a repressive tone, “Just do it casually.”NôvelDrama.Org content.

Lynn pursed her soft lips in dissatisfaction and left the door. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was one o’clock in the morning and she still had to cook. She was almost unable to sleep.

Although she was very unconvinced, Lynn came to the kitchen, washed her hands, and opened the refrigerator. There were plenty of ingredients in it, but she only moved her eyes to the noodles in the cabinet next to her. Let’s make noodles, which are simple and labor-saving.

Lynn took out the eggs and tomatoes and decided to make tomato egg noodles, wash the vegetables, cut the vegetables, season the vegetables, boil the water, and the cold kitchen gradually became warm.

While Lynn was beating up the eggs, Benson came to the kitchen. Hearing the footsteps, Lynn looked up at him and looked away with anger.

Benson took Lynn’s disapproval of him into his eyes, then glanced at the water that was starting to bubble in the pot.

“Noodle?”

Lynn replied dully, “Well, you said it yourself, make it casually.”

“Can you cook?” Benson asked again.

Seeing that Benson didn’t mean to go out yet, Lynn wondered what was he doing here. Wasn’t he afraid of getting all the fumes?

Of course, she could cook. She was not a lady who didn’t do any homework. Cooking was a survival skill, right?

Not only could she cook, but she made it delicious, but as soon as she thought of a certain possibility, she denied it.

“I’m not good at cooking. I made it randomly. It doesn’t taste good, don’t blame me.”

Now Chelsea made her do the cleaning. If Chelsea knew she could cook, she was afraid that the chef would lose his job, and she would be asked to cook.

“You’re not good at it? Then how did you cut them so evenly?”

Next to the red tomatoes, Lynn cut them evenly, and they looked appetizing.

Lynn regrets slicing the tomatoes evenly. But as a cooking master, slicing the vegetables into uneven pieces would make her feel bad for herself.

“Okay, you should go out. When it’s done, I’ll bring it to him.”

Benson walked out of the kitchen as she said, but after taking a step, he turned around.

“Cook some more. I’m hungry too.”

“What? He wanted to eat too?” Lynn thought and glanced at the one-person serving she had prepared. The speaker had already turned around and gone out. Lynn was speechless.

Okay, She would do it anyway. Lynn turned around and took a tomato from the refrigerator.

Benson came back to the study. Francis put a photo on his finger, “Is your wife not at home?”

Benson glanced at the photo in his hand, and sure enough, Francis hid in the banyan tree today and took the photo. But it was the staff with a white skirt from the photography team that was in the photo with him.

Francis took the staff member as his wife.

“Well, she went back to her mother’s house,” Benson said lightly.

Francis turned over the photo in his hand, looked up and down, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Why do I think this girl is ordinary and not as pretty as your maid? What are you thinking about?”

“I remember you once said that a girl that is interesting is more attractive than a girl that is beautiful.”

A scent wafted to the door of the study. It was especially tempting in the dead of night. Both of them looked towards the door. Soon Lynn walked in with a tray containing two bowls of noodles.

Francis praised, “It’s quite fragrant.”

Being complimented, Lynn didn’t show her happiness. She held the noodle bowl with her head down, put a bowl in front of the two of them, and handed the chopsticks properly.

Then, she put away the tray, turned to Benson’s side again, stood up straight, and looked at Benson.

“Mr. Warner, it’s past one o’clock, can I go to rest now?”

Seeing Lynn’s unconvinced expression and her fingers tightly gripping the tray, Benson knew that this woman was very resentful for he had made her cook.

“Go and rest. You’ve been tired.”

His words made Lynn feel better. She turned around, left the study, and went back to the bedroom to wash and sleep.

Francis’s gaze was taken back from the door of the empty study. How could he feel that the relationship between this maid and Benson was a little strange? How could a maid dare to show anger to the master?

Was this maid bold?

In the end, Francis didn’t figure out what was wrong, so he teased and moved the chair a bit in front of the table.

“Let me taste how your maid made these noodles,” Francis took a large piece of noodles with chopsticks and sucked it into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the taste was extremely suitable, and Francis ate it with satisfaction.

Benson frowned and glanced at the person who was eating the noodles happily, and took the chopsticks to eat.

After eating some, his eyebrows twitched for it tasted really good.

She said she didn’t know how to make noodles. However, she still made it delicious.

He thought of how Lynn was making noodles in the kitchen just now. Her movements were as clean as her face, her pale hands were beating up eggs, and her eyes glanced into the pot from time to time, accompanied by a little smoke from the kitchen.

At that moment, it gave him the illusion that time had stopped.

Francis gobbled noodles and even drank the soup. He put the bowl down and leaned back to the chair as if he was too satisfied.

“Well, your maid is not only good-looking but also useful.”

The maid tidied up the room and made delicious noodles tonight.

“But she is only a little temperamental.”

Benson ignored Francis and leaned back until he had completely eaten the bowl of noodles.

“when are you leaving?”

“Let’s go. You’re so afraid of me staying here for a long time?” Francis sneered.

Benson snorted coldly, “I tell you first, don’t hurt the innocent, otherwise, we are the enemy.”

Benson’s eyes were full of seriousness, and he didn’t make fun of it.

Francis clasped his hands, paused for a few seconds, then nodded, “Don’t worry, don’t be nervous, this time I’m just going out to play. I’ve been away from the city for too long, I miss it a bit. I’ll leave in two days.”

“I am not as cold-blooded as you imagine. I will never forget that you saved me in Garry Beach.”

Francis finally left.

Benson went upstairs and found the bedroom was dark. He raised his hand to turn on the light in the bedroom and found Lynn had fallen asleep on the sofa, breathing shallowly.

It seemed that she was very tired today and was sleeping soundly now.

Benson walked over softly. Lynn was sleeping in a light pink nightdress, the temperature in the room was a little high, and her face was puffy hot.

She was covered with a sky blue quilt, and her calf with fair skin came out of the quilt, just like tender lotus root. Benson’s eyes deepened.

He found that Lynn was sleeping so close to the edge of the sofa that if she rolled over, she would fall.

Benson frowned, turned off the lights in the room, and came back to hug Lynn onto the big, fluffy bed.

Early the next morning, the dazed Lynn moved to the side, hugged something, and tightened her hands. She suddendly bumped into a solid block.

She woke up in pain, and when she opened her eyes, she was dumbfounded by what she saw. A handsome face was facing her, his breath was all over her face. She was hugging a man’s neck!