Chapter 350 Asking Her to Cook
Scarlett had to really mull it over before she could reluctantly agree to move into a stranger's house.
Luckily, the villa was spacious enough for them to avoid each other and cut down on awkward encounters.
She scoped it out; Sebastian's room was smack in the middle of the second floor, so she figured the best bet was to pick the room farthest away.
After checking out the place, she found the farthest room was in the corner of the third floor, right at the end of the hallway. So, she made up her mind. "I'll take that room," she declared.
She pointed decisively with her slender finger, her eyes showing she meant business.
Sebastian glanced where she pointed, then back at her. "You sure about that?"
"Absolutely," she replied firmly.
"Don't you wanna check it out first?" he asked.
"No need!"
'Staying on the third floor will dodge the awkwardness of him passing by my room on his way downstairs. Plus, a fancy villa like this has gotta have bathrooms and showers on every floor, so I can handle all my stuff up there without needing to go downstairs. Perfect choice, why not?' Scarlett thought.
Sebastian nodded, not asking any more questions.
Dario was told to leave the villa, and the others followed suit. For a moment, the big villa was quiet, with just the faint sound of their breathing in the living room.
Scarlett pointed at the sofa, just sitting there staring into space.
The clock in the living room read 6 p.m., with the sky darkening outside. The sunset's glow filtered through the glass, casting colorful light on a large fish tank.
The colorful fish swam around lively, way cuter than the owner.
Sebastian had a book in his hand, reading it page by page since they sat down, totally focused.
Scarlett initially checked her personal email on her phone. After reading all the emails, she reviewed a few special cases and now had nothing to do. She stood up. "Sir, do you need a check-up now?"
Sebastian flipped a page of his book and replied leisurely, "Not at the moment."
"Alright, may I go for a walk then?"
"Of course."
His answer was straightforward, and she had no more reservations.
The villa's courtyard was meticulously designed, from the layout to the plant selection and lawn care. Every detail screamed high-quality living.
She walked around the courtyard and saw Dario coming in with a suitcase, the one she had left at the hotel. "Ms. Taylor, all your stuff is here, organized by the hotel staff. Please check if anything's missing."
She looked puzzled. "How did you know which hotel I was staying at?"
To her surprise, Dario even knew her room number. What amazed her more was that he had brought everything without her approval.
Dario bowed slightly. "Ms. Taylor, please check your suitcase."
Dario was just as domineering as Sebastian, dodging the question when he didn't want to answer directly.
"Alright." After confirming that everything in the suitcase was present and neatly organized, she expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay here, Ms. Taylor." After Dario finished speaking, he turned to Sebastian. "Mr. Kingsley, everything is ready."
"Good, you may go."
Scarlett was about to carry the suitcase to the third floor when Sebastian finally stood up from the sofa. He smoothed out the slight wrinkles on his pants and naturally and elegantly instructed, "Ms. Taylor, it's now 6:40 PM. You have an hour to prepare dinner. I want to have dinner on the table before 8 PM."
Scarlett's eyebrows furrowed deeply, her unadorned yet pretty face twitching in surprise. Her mouth trembled, and she sneered, "What did you say? You want me to prepare dinner?"
What a joke!
Sebastian raised his wrist, the Patek Philippe watch ticking away the seconds. His cold voice showed a hint of impatience. "Since Ms. Taylor understands my meaning, there's no need to ask again."
'This jerk!' she thought.
"I'm sorry, I've always been an Averlake girl and have no clue how to whip up Libertya's grub. You might wanna find someone else for the job."
Scarlett thought, 'Ridiculous. Asking me to cook? Might as well ask me to perform surgery.'
Sebastian lowered his arm, his hand lazily slipping into his pocket, his vest accentuating his increasingly aloof aura. "Ms. Taylor, it seems you are in no position to bargain with me right now. You have thirty-nine minutes left."
Scarlett had always been pampered in Averlake, and with at least two assistants by her side, she never had to cook, not even fetch her own water or coffee. And now, this stranger was asking her to cook.
"I can't cook, even if you kill me." Scarlett was a person with pride.
But Sebastian was someone who wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal. "Why would I kill you? On the contrary, I would make sure your two assistants are well taken care of."
"You!"
Sebastian pointed towards the kitchen. "There are plenty of ingredients. I believe with Ms. Taylor's intelligence, the food won't be too bad."
After saying that, Sebastian went upstairs, leaving behind a tall and slender figure.
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