“Ms. Be said you can enter.” Steven stepped aside as if he might catch something from Justin if he


    got too close.


    “Thank you.”


    Steven scowled without hiding his resentment toward Justin. “Don’t thank me. Ms. Be is gracious to


    you. If it were me, I would beat the


    crap out of you.”


    He opened the door to the back kitchen before walking away.


    After taking a long exhale, Justin stepped inside.


    The KS World Hotel’s kitchen was sparkly clean, like a sterilized surgical theater, gleaming stainless


    steel and white.


    The space was quiet, and the only thing Justin could hear was hist breathing and beating heart.


    After a turn, he saw a lithe figure working behind a stainless-steel counter. The wide and tall counter


    made her frame tiny.


    Be took his breath away once again.


    d in a pristine chef’s uniform with her hair tucked under a hat and her face masked, she sculpted the


    dough with a pair of scissors.


    She was so focused on the task at hand that she did not notice hisN?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    presence.


    Justin’s eyes welled up as he remembered Wilma’s words.


    “Young Master Justin, the dessert wasn’t bought or made by our chef. The young madam made it for


    you. The chef said that the young madam cooks better than him. You enjoyed it so much, but you have


    no idea the amount of effort the young madam put into this tiny dessert. She locked herself in the


    kitchen all day to make the food for you. She didn’tin once about her body aches.”


    A wave of emotions washed over Justin.


    For the first time, he got to witness Be in the kitchen. So that was how she spent her three years in


    the Salvador household.


    She poured all her love, blood, sweat, and tears into the food, but he


    never once cherished or showed any appreciation for it.


    He was a fool who had wiped away any affection she had left for him.


    With furrowed brows, Be sculpted the dough into shapes. She was making pastries for Ada to bring


    back to her mother.


    It was a difficult dessert to make. It took Be the whole afternoon


    just to sculpt four doughs.


    “Phew! All done.”


    Be heaved a sigh of relief as she stared at her fifth sculpture. She


    raised her arm to wipe her sweat with her sleeve.


    That was when she heard a munching noise.


    Dumbfounded, Be looked up.


    She gasped sharply as her eyes widened. She let out a cry..


    “Justin! W-W-Why…”


    Justin met her gaze and continued munching.


    There were only three of the four pastries left on the te.


    “Who said you could eat it? Spit it out now!” Be’s cheeks flushed in rage. She was tempted to punch


    him in the face.


    However, the man remained oblivious as he took another bite. The


    food was yummy.


    “You don’t deserve my food, bastard! Stop it!”


    Seeing red, Be tried to snatch the half-eaten pastry from him.


    Justin stuffed the remaining pastry into his mouth in a fluster.


    “Damn you, Justin!”


    Be yelled. She was fuming.


    The kitchen floor had just been mopped, so it was still wet. She slipped and crashed into the man’s firm


    chest.


    Thud!


    Hitting his back on the counter, Justin grimaced in pain. He spread


    his arms to hold Be before she hurt herself.


    As his grasp tightened, her breathing turned heavy.


    It felt like time froze on them.


    Be’s luscious lips, pressing through the barrier of the stic mask,


    met the man’s in a kiss.


    Justin and Be had no words.


    The man narrowed his gaze, and hisshes fluttered.


    Despite his self-restraint, he could not stop the intensity in his loins.