Chapter 402: Not Satisfied with the Food
Benjamin came to her door and said, "Adeline, it's me."
There was no answer from inside the room.
Benjamin's patience was running thin.
"Adeline, today was my fault. I shouldn't have teased you, but you can't skip dinner."
"Get lost!" Adeline's furious voice rang out from the room.
Benjamin sighed.
"You're so self-willed," he said, his voice betraying a hint of amusement, "just like before."
Adeline fell silent and thought, "Just like before? Is he seriously still seeing me as Whitney? Seriously? | yelled at him, and he got happy?"
"I'll make sure the chef prepares the meal properly," Benjamin said. "And when it's ready, you must come out and eat. If you don't, I'll come into your room and feed you myself."
With that, he turned and left, leaving Adeline disgusted in the room.
Truth be told, Adeline didn't actually mind eating dinner.
She just wanted to make Benjamin think she was truly upset with him.
That way, her next actions wouldn't raise any suspicions.
So, when the maid came to call her for dinner, Adeline went downstairs.
The table was full of exquisite dishes, most of them appetizing, like braised beef brisket with tomatoes, cucumber salad, sour pork tenderloin, and more.
When Benjamin saw her come down, a smile spread across his face. "Adeline, I'm glad you're willing to listen to me."
"You're deluded," Adeline replied with disgust. "I don't want to see you or hear your voice. I'm just making sure I don't starve myself. You've already humiliated me enough. Don't make me starve through the night too."
"Alright, don't be angry." Benjamin said soothingly, "I won't do it again."
Adeline ignored him.
Jessica served her a bowl of tomato beef chowder and placed it in front of her.
Adeline picked up her spoon, about to take a bite, but then suddenly shot Benjamin a disgusted look, making a face as if she was about to puke.
"Fine." Benjamin shrugged helplessly. "Looks like I'm ruining your appetite just by being here. If that's the case, I'll leave. As long as you eat, that's what matters."
With that, Benjamin went upstairs.
After he left, Adeline's expression softened a little.
But she still didn't eat much, nibbling at her food before heading back to her room.
After she returned to her room, Jessica went to report to Benjamin.
"Could it be that the chef's food doesn't suit her taste?" Jessica asked.
"Impossible." Benjamin lit a cigarette, saying, "This chef was handpicked for his expertise. The Orianto food he makes is flawless. I think it's just because she's in a bad mood."
He paused and let out a resigned laugh.
"It seems I really pissed her off this time. These days, try asking her what dishes she likes and have the chef make them."
"Yes, sir."
Days passed.
Over the past few days, Adeline barely ate.
Benjamin had the chef prepare a variety of dishes, but it didn't make a difference.
At first, Benjamin truly thought Adeline might be pregnant.
But soon, the doctor handed him the test results.
She wasn't pregnant.
Benjamin felt a pang of regret.
If he had known, he wouldn't have lied to Adeline that day.
But if he had been upfront with her and told her to stop trying to escape, she probably wouldn't have given up.
Only when she truly experienced despair would she realize that she couldn't run away from him.
These past few days, Adeline had been unusually quiet. She spent her days either eating, sleeping, or reading in the study.
Benjamin thought to himself that as long as this continued, Adeline would accept him one day.
That afternoon, Adeline came downstairs to have lunch in the dining room.
After taking a couple of sips of rib corn chowder, she suddenly furrowed her brows.
"How was this chowder made? It's awful." She said, feigning displeasure. "Who made this?"
Jessica, having never seen her act this way, was a bit taken aback.
"It's the Orianto chef Mr. Tillman hired," Jessica replied. "Doesn't it suit your taste? I heard he's a very talented chef."
"A talented chef? He made this chowder taste like this?" Adeline asked sternly. "Go get that chef for me."
The maid hesitated. "But..."
"Are you trying to anger me too?" Adeline snapped. "I'm in a terrible mood today. Bring him here, and I'll give him a piece of my mind. Jessica, I don't want to take it out on you."
Jessica glanced upstairs.
Benjamin hadn't mentioned anything about
Adeline being forbidden from meeting the chef, Desmond Gill.
And Desmond's communication devices had all been confiscated.
So even if Adeline met Desmond, there shouldn't be any issues.
"Alright, Miss, please wait. I'll go get him for you right away."
With that, Jessica hurried off to fetch Desmond.
Adeline stared at her bowl of chowder and silently apologized to Desmond in her mind.
Honestly, the chowder tasted perfect.
If it hadn't been for the current situation, she could probably have downed three large bowls of it.
After Desmond finished cooking, he went back to his room to rest.
Not long ago, someone had approached him, offering a high-paying job to come cook in Daltoria.
While he made a decent living back home, the salary they offered was astronomical-more than what he had earned over nearly twenty years of work.
So he said goodbye to his family, deciding to try his luck in Daltoria for a year.
But as soon as he arrived, they confiscated all his communication devices.
He wasn't allowed to leave either.
Now, he was stuck in the house, cooking and staring at nothing all day.
There were no entertainment options in his room.
The TV in the living room wasn't for his use either.
He was losing his mind.
Cooking was the only thing that kept him from going completely insane, but the rest of the time, he was just left to stare into space.
Worst of all, when he arrived, he noticed that there were guards all around the house.
Dressed in black, they looked downright intimidating.
He'd noticed that a woman was being kept in the house.
He suddenly felt like coming to Daltoria was the worst decision he had ever made.
In a foreign country, unable to leave, he had no one to talk to.
He wondered if he could even survive long enough to go home and see his family.
He could earn the money, but would he ever live to spend it?
Desmond wanted to escape, But the place was surrounded by guards, and he couldn't leave.
He just wanted to go home, to see his family.
Just then, there was a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Desmond asked as he walked to the door and opened it.
It was Jessica.
"Miss Hensley wants to see you," Jessica said, "She wasn't satisfied with the meal you made today."
As soon as Desmond heard this, she flared up.
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