Chapter 712


    The man felt insulted. "Did you just call me useless?"


    His eyes turned hostile.


    Angeline nodded. “Aren''t you?"


    Her gaze met with his crowd of male servants. “You need so many servants to serve you. Isn’t that


    useless o f you?"


    The man was shocked.


    Angeline took the chickens, which had been prepared ording to instructions, to the kitchen and


    added them to the pot before seasoning them with spices. Then, she went upstairs to tend to her


    wounds.


    Although she had used her good arm to butcher the chickens, she had used her full-body strength


    to wield the knife. This had caused her wounds to open and bleed again.


    Soon, the aroma of chicken soup spread through the house.


    When Mrs. Zimmer was about to serve the soup to Angeline, the man said abruptly, "Let me try."


    He did not believe that such a beautiful woman would be able to cook.


    Mrs. Zimmer passed him a small bowl of soup. When h e took an elegant sip, the fragrance of the


    soup left


    him feeling refreshed and rxed.


    "This chicken soup is really good," he praised.


    This only strengthened his intention to marry her." Not only is she pretty, but she can cook as well.


    This woman is mine."


    The man snatched the remaining bowl of soup from Mrs. Zimmer’s hands and walked upstairs.


    Angeline had just finished tending to her wounds.


    There was still a pile of bloody cotton pads that she had not disposed of yet on the table.


    Afraid that she might contaminate his eyes and trigger his mysophobia, Angeline hurriedly swept


    the bloody cotton pads into the trash.


    The man gave her the chicken soup and pulled up a wooden stool to sit in front of her. Gently, he


    said, "You don''t need to care about my mysophobia. I''ll conquer i t for you."


    Angeline nearly spat out her soup. "You don’t need to change anything for me."


    However, the man was determined. "Since I''ve decided to marry you, I must let you know of my


    sincerity."


    Angeline did not know whether she shouldugh or cry. "What do you like about me? I''ll change it


    immediately."


    The man looked at her impishly mischievous expression. "I like how you don''t like me."


    "Other women can''t walk away when they see me, and their eyes glitter whenever they look at me.


    When they talk to me, they keep stuttering because they''re so nervous. It''s no fun," he said.


    "You''re despicable.” Angeline sighed.


    "You, get out," Angeline ordered as she pointed toward the door.


    The man furrowed his brows. "I forgot to mention, my name’s Cole Yorks. You can call me Cole."


    Angeline said sadly, "After my wounds have healed, I''ll leave as soon as possible. I''m just a


    passerby in your life. Don''t waste your time on me, for I''ve given my love to another man. There''s


    no chance of getting it back."


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    "It''s that heartless man, right?” Cole would never forget how she had impulsively sought death the


    other day.


    "If a man hurts you to the point you lose the motivation to live, do you think that such a cruel and


    heartless man is worthy of your love?"


    Angeline''s eyes watered. "Maybe I’ll never escape him."


    "What if I help you get rid of him? What do you think?" Cole''s voice was calm, but a bloodthirsty and


    murderous aura seeped through his dark pupils.


    Angeline stared wordlessly at him.


    Many said that the way to forget a man you once loved with all your heart was to fall in love with


    another man. Was that true?