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Shana blinked her eyes. She acted as if she hadn’t heard him and raised the lunchbox she was holding, speaking in a soft and considerate tone. “Mr. Floyd, I’ve brought you a home–cooked meal.”
She briefly felt as though she had returned to the times when she cherished him. She didn’t bring up divorce constantly and wasn’t sharp–tongued or quarrelsome. Instead, she was gentle, always agreeing with him, always soothing his mood. She never argued, never snapped at him.
At that time, Henry hadn’t found much charm in Shana. Besides fulfilling his physical needs, she had little
se to offer. A woman who only revolved around her husband, with no personality or thoughts of her own, didn’t fit any of his criteria for a life partner.
However, it was Duncan’s influence that led him to marry her. And even after marriage, he hadn’t mistreated her. Shana enjoyed all the riches and luxuries that came with being his wife. As long as she remained compliant, they could live like this forever.
High–society marriages often took this form, and Henry had no objections.
Now, after all the turmoil she had caused, he suddenly realized how rare it was to find a wife who didn’t cause drama, didn’t sweat the small stuff, and trusted you completely.
Seeing her act so considerate, Henry’s expression softened. He lifted his chin slightly, pointing to the sitting area. “Wait there.”
“Sure thing.”
Shana sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and carefully arranged the dishes on the table. She then took out her phone, snapped a picture, and posted it on social media.
The caption read. “Delivering lunch for my hubby!”
The location tag? The Floyd Group.
No special reason, simply so Brian would know she was getting things done.
As for whether it would succeed, that was beyond her control.
As expected, just seconds after the post went live, she received a message from Brian on WhatsApp, cheering her on. “You’ve got this, you’re the best!”
Shana couldn’t help but sneer.
It was her own fault for creating such a perfect image for herself. To prevent Brian from worrying, she’d always made it seem like she was happy in her marriage, that Henry adored her, even though the reality was far from that.
Now Brian had an unshakable confidence in her. She would have to wait for the finalization of the divorce- to change his mind.
After completing all the tasks, Shana felt bored. She glanced over at Henry. He was still working, his profile striking and handsome, the sharp line of his jaw, and the slight bulge of his Adam’s apple exuding a raw sensuality.
He was wearing gold–rimmed glasses, perched on his high nose bridge, which only added to his sophisticated, almost roguish charm.
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She couldn’t help but recall a scene from an anime she had once watched, where the female protagonist claimed the maid. She seized the opportunity, sneaking into her husband’s office while he was working, and hurling him onto his desk.
At that time, he had been wearing a suit, and the glasses had made him even more tempting. Initially, he had scolded her and asked her to stop making a scene, but after she kissed his Adam’s apple, his breathing had become heavier. Soon, it was he who took charge.
That was when she learned that his sensitive spot was his Adam’s apple.
Honestly, Henry was perfect in almost every way–except that he didn’t love her. And she couldn’t stand sindifference any longer. She couldn’t continue to endure his lack of acknowledgement, which was gradually draining her.
Noticing her gaze, Henry suddenly looked up, their eyes locking. Shana was shocked, like a child caught misbehaving, and quickly averted her eyes.
Henry squinted, his dark eyes narrowing. “Why’s your face so red?”
He paused, as if seeing right through her. “Are you thinking some strange thoughts again?”
Shana remained mute.
Was this man bugging her brain? How could he know she had been daydreaming about anything but the most innocent thoughts?
But she couldn’t admit it. Instead, she retorted, “Your office’s air conditioning temperature is too low. Of course, I’m hot! Don’t start rumors!”
Henry scoffed, “Do you even hear yourself?”
Realizing her slip of tongue, Shana quickly corrected, “I meant the air conditioning is too warm! I’m hot, what’s wrong with that?”
This woman’s talent for lying was getting more impressive by the day.
Henry didn’t bother arguing with her. After making a couple of work calls, he stood up, long legs striding toward her.
The moment had arrived.
Shana smiled brightly and patted the seat next to her. “Mr. Floyd, please sit.”
Henry glanced at her but sat down.
Shana then eagerly handed him a fork and said in her sweetest tone, “Mr. Floyd, I made these dishes just for you, following your tastes. I’ve been busy since early this morning; please enjoy.”
Henry took the fork, picked up a piece of fish, and ate it.
Shana’s eyes were wide with expectation as she watched him. “Is it good?”
“It’s fine.”
Encouraged, Shana pointed to another dish. “This one’s even better, try it.”
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As she hoped, Henry took a bite.
“So, what do you think?”
“Not bad.”
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Shana was surprised. Just a few days ago, they had been arguing on the phone, and she hadn’t expected to even make it through the door of the Floyd Group today.
But not only did she get in, he was also being so agreeable.
She reflected on her previous efforts, attempting to predict his preferences and honing her cooking skills to the point of burnt hands, aching wrists, and even self–cutting. Everyone said her food was great, but he never even acknowledged it.
It made sense when she thought about it.
After all, these dishes weren’t even hers. Just before leaving, she had seen Judy finish cooking, and thinking it would be good to have an excuse, she asked Judy to pack it up.
Judy had originally been a servant at the old mansion. After she married Henry, he moved out and only took Judy along.
Apparently, Judy’s cooking suited Henry’s picky tastes.
If she had known this, she wouldn’t have wasted all that effort. Despite trying so hard, she’d never gotten any appreciation from him.
Today, fortune was in her favor. She had, by accident, taken advantage of Judy’s cooking. Since Henry was in a good mood, she figured she’d strike while the iron was hot.
Shana lightly tugged at Henry’s shirt, seizing the chance to make a request, “Mr. Floyd, since you’re eating my food, you can’t stay mad at me, right?”
She was referring to the heated insults she had thrown at him during their last phone call.
Hearing this, Henry set the fork down and picked up his glass of water.
His dark gaze turned to Shana, and he spoke in a flat tone, devoid of emotion, “You cooked?”
“Of course.” Shana nodded eagerly. “I wanted to show my sincerity by cooking myself, since I’m here to make things right.”
Henry slammed the glass down onto the table with a loud bang.
He chided, “Shana, do you think I’m a fool? I’ve been eating Judy’s cooking for so long. Do you think I wouldn’t know the difference?”
Shana froze.
Did he have a dog’s tongue, too?
His eyes grew cold and he asked, “Claiming other people’s credit. This is your idea of sincerity?”
Sensing the tension, Shana instinctively swallowed and clarified, “But you enjoy Judy’s cooking, don’t you? And you don’t like mine. Does it really matter who cooked it? You’re still enjoying it.”
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If she had actually brought her own cooking, she would have been thrown out by now, food and all.
To her surprise, her words didn’t quench the fire. Instead, something in them seemed to strike Henry. He grabbed her chin and pulled her closer.
His cold gaze locked onto hers, and without answering, he asked, “Did I ever tell you I don’t like it?”
