Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 643

“I’m sure you’re aware that Maison doesn’t accept your relationship with Keith, yet you’re still doing it to hurt him. With that said, aren’t you embarrassed to face him?”

…So that was the case…? Come to think of it, Keith did mention that Maison had given him some ‘instructions’ earlier! Could it be that Maison wasn’t actually keen on giving Keith his sincere blessings then…?

Pursing her lips, Xavia then said, “…Let me talk to the boy. I’ll talk some sense into him…”

“Hah. Like I’d let you see him that easily. Go cook for me and I’ll consider it if I’m satisfied with the meal.”

…What the hell? Now furious, Xavia was prompted to retort, “You want me to cook for you in the dead of night? That aside, how could you still be in the mood to eat when your son’s sick?!”

Slipping a hand into his pocket in response, Zivon—who was now as frigid as the night sky itself—simply replied, “If you don’t want to do it, feel free to get lost.”

Xavia found herself momentarily speechless when she heard that. Something was seriously wrong with this d*mned b*stard…! So be it! She’d endure this humiliation just for Maison’s sake!

With that in mind, Xavia quickly walked into the kitchen and flicked the lights on to begin cooking… and within half an hour, the fragrant scent of noodles filled the air.

Though the bowl of noodles—that Xavia had placed before Xivon—looked absolutely scrumptious, Zivon ended up raising a brow as he said, “Are you seriously just trying to get rid of me with these noodles? Do you think I’m some kind of beggar?”

…What the hell was wrong with the noodles? She had made them with such care! That aside, as if beggars could ever get their hands on such good food! All they got were scraps!

Resisting the urge to smack Zivon on his head, Xavia then scoffed, “…So you wish to have a hearty meal? Fine!”

With that said, Xavia returned to the kitchen and got all the ingredients out of the refrigerator! Watching as she angrily began preparing more food, Zivon was prompted to say, “Are you cooking with that attitude? I fear the dishes may get poisoned by all your grievances.”

His statement made Xavia—who was now holding onto a kitchen knife—pause for a moment. Never in her life had she felt the urge to kill someone this badly…! Not even bothering to look back at him, Xavia then replied, “…What exactly is your goal? Do you simply feel joy from torturing me?”

…Joy? His glare now icy, Zivon frigid aura flared up as he retorted, “I hope you realize who the real unhappy person is here.”