Faye stood by the window, the brilliant lights highlighting his handsome face, making it captivating. There was a seductive charm in his features, as usual, an impassive expression, yet a cold and distant aura lurked deep in his eyes.
Upon hearing a sound, he turned to look at her, his gaze softened: "You're back."
His voice was so alluring, Tessa Caldwell felt her body involuntarily go weak.
Tessa, you lovesick fool, get a grip!
With a shout in her heart, Tessa managed to steady herself again, chuckling: "Yeah, have you eaten?"
At that moment, she seemed no different from usual.
Faye stepped towards her, replying calmly: "No, go cook, I'm hungry."
Tessa: "..."
I'm not your nanny. Every day you demand I cook as soon as I get home. Aren't you a young master from a wealthy family? If you're truly hungry, couldn't you eat at a luxurious hotel or hire a chef to cook for you at home? Why bother someone like me from a small town?
