Chapter 138: What Do You Know?
"You have not cooked it." he said as if it made sense? Olivia knew that she could not cook well. But she had learnt it since she had returned. She had dreaded the time when they would starve but at the same time she had prepared herself for it. He poked the pie with the fork and ate it with a brooding look. How she wanted to snatch it back and then threw it at his face.
But it was hard to control herself as she watched him. He was making such an ugly face as if she was feeding him a bitter or charred meal.
"Return it if you do not want to eat it. I have purchased it from the best dessert shop. A piece of it cost two silver." Olivia shook from anger. This man knew how to press her button and make her frown every single time.
"Here, taste it yourself." He cut a piece and held it for her. Olivia narrowed her eyes but she leaned and took a bite of it. She was hungry anyway. She had left the manor early to meet Edward.
And then she was so busy with the deal that she did not get the time to eat even where there were many delicacies and then this man... she inhaled a deep breath, trying her best to control her anger.
"Since you are offering me, I will not stand for courtesy." She sat and ate half of the pie. Damon watched her eat. The way her lips move. The way her eyes sparkled. Did she not remember at all?
Apple pies used to be her favorite. He had brought it for her a few times. She used to be so shy. He had forced her into a friendship through these pies. How time had changed. He looked at the pie in his hands as if he was searching for that past in it.
"Damon!" his gaze slowly moved back to her. She had finished her piece at some point and now staring at her looking worried. Worried! Ha! He did not even know if it was a genuine worry or an act. He did not want to fall into another trap! "You have promised to let the kids have a good life if I help you. I have helped you so far. Why are you doing this?"
"Ha!" he laughed mockingly. The mockery was for himself. When she brought a pie for him. He entertained the thought that she was worried about him. Or the pie reminded her of their past. He had forgotten the past a long ago then why did its pieces were gnawing his chest now.
He pushed the plate away.
"You seem to have some illusions, Olivia. I have promised you that I will let them live. Are they not living well?" he shook his head looking at her with disbelief. "I did not take away the chance to study from them. I did not stop the maids from serving them. I did not send assassins for them when they are sleeping soundly at their beds. I did nothing of what their mother did with me." he slapped the table with force and for a second, Olivia closed her eyes shut.