By the time we were done, the night was approaching. Autumn in Moranta wasn't very cold, but I could still feel a cool sea breeze on my skin. To express her gratitude, Jane took me to where she lived, saying that she wanted to cook something nice for me. Holden's villa was really huge. Each house inside had its own kitchen and tableware. I followed Jane to where she lived and couldn't help but feel surprised at how exquisite and elegant it was. She stayed at the second house within the villa. It had a very beautiful interior, and there were many famous paintings in the living room, all of which were special collections. “Wait for me here. I'll be done very soon!” She told me to wait in the living room before going into the kitchen by herself. I was astounded by the priceless famous paintings and collections in the living room. There was also a piano, which looked extremely expensive. Seeing as the piano cover was neatly folded to the side, I guessed that she played it quite often. It was highly unlikely that Holden would hire such an elegant and sophisticated woman to manage the yard. Right then, it seemed more like she was a relative of his, but I just wasn't sure how they were related. When a simmering sound came from the kitchen, I looked back and saw Jane holding a spatula. Illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun and shrouded by the thin veil of steam rising from the pot, she painted a beautiful and serene picture. I gradually fell into a trance-like state. It turned out that some women could look so beautiful just by doing the simplest of things. As if sensing my gaze on her, Jane looked behind and smiled at me. “I'm not used to people staring at me like that.” I sent her an apologetic smile and walked into the kitchen. “Sorry. You just looked so beautiful, so I was slightly dazed.” Her lips curved into a graceful smile as she said, “For some reason, I feel very flattered to receive a compliment from such a beautiful girl like you.” She brought a plate of spicy shrimp to me and urged, “Have a taste?” Faced with gourmet food, I found myself nodding before reaching out to grab one. My mouth watered just from the tantalizing aroma. She motioned for me to bring the plate to the table, then proceeded to cook the other dishes. It was very therapeutic to be in the vicinity with warm-hearted people. I felt the knot in my chest loosen; all the tension, frustration, and fear gradually dissipated from my body. Even the long-buried scars seemed to heal.Holden's appearance was a little too unexpected, and it took some time before I noticed his presence. Clad in casualwear, he was leaning against the door frame while staring at me with deep and sullen eyes, as if contemplating something. I instantly broke out in cold sweat upon seeing him. Before I could speak, Jane's voice came from behind me. “Holden, you're just in time. Let's eat together!” With his gaze still on me, Holden walked over with a face devoid of expression and spoke in a stern voice. “Who gave you permission to run around in my house?” With that, he hauled me up and dragged me out. I could hear Jane's yells of protest behind me, but Holden didn't seem to care. I was roughly dragged to the villa's main living room. After struggling a few times, I finally freed myself from his bone-crushing grip and exclaimed, “What the hell is wrong with you, Holden?” He glanced at me with anger swirling in his eyes. “If you run around in my house again, you can get the hell out.” Staring daggers at him, I probably already cursed him a hundred times in my heart. Sick of being at the receiving end of his callous personality, I stormed up to my room to sit and sulk. The sound of glass shattering came from downstairs. Holden was a puzzle I just couldn't figure out. Hence, I simply burrowed under the blanket and ignored him. After lying down for a long time, my stomach began to growl. I didn't eat much today, so I was quite delighted at the thought of eating a proper meal at Jane's place earlier. Unfortunately, my hopes were dashed by Holden's psychotic behavior. Some hesitation later, I decided to go downstairs to get something to eat. If I continued to starve like this, I would probably suffer from insomnia later. With that, I made my way to the kitchen. It looked like Holden's housekeeper didn't come over. Fortunately, there were quite a lot of fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. I rummaged through it and ended up cooking a portion of pasta. However, before I could sit down to dig in, Holden walked over and slid the plate toward himself, then started eating my pasta. I was literally about to pop a vein because of him. Shooting him a death glare, I almost yelled at him. “That's it, Holden! Have some shame! I cooked this pasta for myself, and I haven't even eaten yet!” Nothing I said could get through to him, though. He took a few bites of the pasta before flicking his eyes toward me. “Why can't I eat it? All these ingredients came from my house, after all.” Rendered speechless, I could only watch him languidly eat my pasta. I would have given him a good beating if it were under different circumstances.But I was living under his roof, after all. Hence, I could only suck it up. After cooking a fresh portion, Holden was coincidently done eating and started studying me earnestly. I looked at him in bewilderment upon sensing the weight of his gaze. The corners of my eyes twitched, and I quickly guarded my plate of pasta against him. “You've had your fill, Holden. This one's mine.”