Chapter 316


    Chapter 316 Is Mommy Still Alive Gizem did not expect Samuel would be so strict with his children’s


    education. “I see…” “You’re not a parent. You won’t know what I’m feeling,” Samuel stated


    emotionlessly. She gave noments to that. “Your room is upstairs, next to Desi’s room,” he


    continued in a cold voice. Gizem nodded in reply before taking her luggage with her as she went up the


    stairs. Florinia Manor was huge. The second floor alone had several rooms. That did not include the


    living room, kitchen, and other rooms in the manor. It, in fact, looked more like a castle. “What are you


    looking for?”


    A handsome-looking Eil stood behind Gizem, wearing a gray hoodie and blue denim jeans. She


    answered, “My room.” “This way.” He looked at her. “I’ll show you.” “Thanks.” After thanking him, she


    shed him a faint smile, causing the boy to blush. A thought appeared in his mind. Even though she’s


    not pretty and doesn’t seem to be a friendly person, she looks gentle when she smiles. When Eil led


    her to her bedroom, she thanked him once more before pushing open the door. Her room was not


    spacious, but it had everything she needed. Eil was not in a hurry to leave. “I ate the meatballs you


    madest time.” Gizem turned around to look at him, blinking in confusion. “Do you know how to make


    other stuff?” he asked out of curiosity. “I do.” She nodded. “Can you cook for me, then?” After a pause,


    he added, “Well, it doesn’t have to be now.”


    “No problem, but let me unpack my stuff first.” He nodded. “Okay.” When the boy was about to leave,


    he swiveled around again. “My room is next to yours as well. If you need anything, you can look for me.


    I’ll help you.” Gizem responded with a tight-lipped smile, “All right.” Eil pursed his lips for a while before


    exining, “I’m not treating you like a housekeeper.


    I just think your culinary skills are good.” The woman was stunned for a second. “It’s fine. I can make


    some food once in a while. I’m d you like it.” Eil’s face flushed once again as he walked off. Noticing


    his red cheeks, Gizem smiled faintly. What a cute little guy. After unpacking her luggage for a while,


    she went downstairs to cook. The housekeeper saw her enter the kitchen and asked, “Dr. Zabinski, do


    you need anything?” “Eil wants to eat the food I prepare,” Gizem exined. The housekeeper was


    taken aback. “Oh, really?” Gizem nodded. “My goodness!” The housekeeper was even more surprised.


    “What’s the matter?” Gizem looked at the woman in bewilderment. “Mr. Eil has always been a picky


    eater. Actually, he’s not that picky, but he usually doesn’t like to eat food prepared by other people.


    He’s only not picky with the food prepared by Mr. Macari.” Is that so? “Let me have a try, then,” Gizem


    stated dispassionately. “All right.” The housekeeper nodded, stepping aside. With that, Gizem started


    preparing dinner. Her movements were fluid and natural. One could see that she was someone who


    often cooked. Samuel was initially in the study but wanted to get himself a ss of water, so he went


    downstairs to the kitchen. Upon seeing Gizem in there, he furrowed his brows slightly. “Why are you


    here?” he asked coldly. The housekeeper turned around and answered, “Mr. Eil wants to eat the food


    prepared by Dr. Zabinski.” Hearing that, Samuel frowned deeply, as Eil had never asked anybody else


    to cook except for his father. What’s so special about Gizem’s cooking? Even Desi was the same.


    When she caught a whiff of the meatballs made by Gizem previously, the little girl didn’t even want to


    leave. Gizem turned off the stove and exined, “I’m just making ordinary home-cooked dishes.”


    Samuel did not utter a word in reply. She then went on, “Mr. Macari, will you please ask them toe


    downstairs?” The man gave a nod and went to call his children down. After that, as he stood on the


    second floor, he wondered why he was so obedient to Gizem.


    When Desi and Eil came down the stairs, the boy asked, “Daddy, what’s the matter?” Samuel looked at


    him meaningfully. “Did you ask Dr. Zabinski to cook?” Eil admitted it, feeling a bit guilty. “Yes.” “Ms.


    Zabinski is cooking?” Desi’s big round eyes glimmered. Samuel nodded. “Awesome!” She tugged at


    her father’s hand. “Daddy, you need to try it. Ms. Zabinski’s cooking tastes like Mommy’s cooking!”


    Samuel patted her on the head. “You go on ahead. I have something to say to your brother.” “Okay.”


    The little girl trotted down the stairs. Samuel solemnly stared at his son. “Do you also think that her


    cooking tastes like Mommy’s?” Eil shook his head. Samuel added in a deep voice, “I’m not ming


    you, but when your mommyes back in the future, how would she feel when she sees Desi being


    so emotionally attached to Ms. Zabinski?” Taken aback, Eil questioned, “Daddy, is Mommy still alive?”


    “There are some clues, but I can’t say for sure.” Samuel had no intentions of keeping this from his son.


    Since Eil was Samuel’s heir, the boy ought to experience things like this as early as possible so that he


    could support the whole family after Samuel left. Samuel carried Eil in his arms and fixed thetter’s


    cor. “Eil, I know this might be unfair to you, but you’re my son. I’ll pass this family to you in the future.


    Your sister, grandparents, and great-grandmother need you.” Eil hugged his father’s neck. “Daddy,


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    don’t leave Desi and me.” Samuel stroked the boy’s hair affectionately.


    “I won’t.” With that, he brought the boy down the stairs and put him down on the floor. “Eil, hurry!” Desi


    rushed over to pull Eil. Samuel followed after them to the dining hall. There were five dishes, including


    a bowl of soup, on the table. As Gizem had said, they were all ordinary home-cooked dishes. After they


    sat down together, Desi immediately picked up her fork and ced a meatball on Samuel’s te.


    “Daddy, try this.” Previously, Samuel did not taste the meatball. If he eats it, he’ll definitely discover that


    taste! “Thank you.” He ruffled Desi’s hair, smiling. Delighted, the little girl grinned from ear to ear.


    Gizem realized although Samuel was aloof toward outsiders, he was especially gentle to his family.


    Blinking herrge eyes nervously, Desi stared at her father in anticipation. Samuel could not stand the


    girl’s intense gaze, so he tasted the food. After taking a bite, he was stunned for a moment. This


    taste… “Daddy, is it delicious?” Desi asked. He nodded in response, not showing any emotions. Eil


    also took a drumstick and bit into it. It’s exceptionally nice. Indeed, it does taste like Mommy’s cooking.


    Seeing that the two little ones were satisfied, Gizem felt relieved and contented. Her effort was worth it.


    Once they finished eating, Desi and Eil returned to their rooms. “Mr. Macari, are you feeling unwell?


    You seem to eat very slowly,” Gizem asked out of curiosity as she noticed Samuel was a slow eater. He


    answered impassively, “My digestion is not good.” “If you don’t mind, can I check on you?” He paused


    for a moment before replying, “Okay. Thanks.” As he stretched out his right hand, she sat at his side


    and ced her hand on his wrist. Samuel stared at her slim, soft hand. Her hand is beautiful, and it


    seems familiar.