The servant didn''t dare go up and stood aside, saying, "I don''t want to. Why don''t you go?"


    The head chef red and said, "My job is to cook."


    This was the head chef''s first encounter with such a situation. Seeing the gourmet dishes being reheated repeatedly, he muttered, "What''s going on? Did Sylvester make L sick?"


    The maid beside him blushed, lowered her head, and said nothing.


    It wasn''t an illness; L and Sylvester had been having sex all night.


    While they were shirking responsibility downstairs, they heard L''s voice from upstairs. "No, I don''t want to."


    She wanted to sleep.


    Sylvester was holding L, her slender legs dangling beside him, her hands irritably messing with Sylvester''s soft hair.


    He kept one arm around her, indulging her whims, and said in his usual gentle tone, "You can sleep after breakfast."


    L was different; he was afraid that the torment she suffered in her early years would have bad consequences on her body.


    So, he paid special attention to L''s diet.


    It was said that breakfast was the most important meal, so no matter what, he wanted L to have breakfast.


    L, who was tired afterst night, felt a bit annoyed. She clenched her fists, one hand pounding Sylvester''s shoulder, the other continuing to mess with his hair, and said in a frustrated voice, "It''s all your fault, all your fault." She was so tired her waist was sore.


    Sylvester held her close, guiding her down the stairs and towards the dining room, chuckling, "Now you me me, but you didn''t resist mest night."


    She was very cooperative and even crazier than him.


    Hearing this, L said nothing and buried her head in his neck to bite it down. Sylvester tensed up, allowing her the freedom to yfully act out.


    Everyone downstairs was very quiet as no one dared to speak.


    They had never seen Sylvester treated like this; his hair was a mess.


    Where was the bad-tempered and cold Sylvester?


    Some widened their eyes in disbelief.


    Some still admired him; even like this, Sylvester was very handsome.


    Others sighed, reflecting on the fact that only L dared to treat Sylvester in such a manner.


    Sylvester carried L to the dining room and nced at the dishes on the table. Immediately, a servant came over to politely pull out a chair. Sylvester then sat down with L in his arms.


    L was still buried in his neck. She let his neck go but was just unwilling to leave.


    Sylvester''srge hand stroked the back of L''s neck, and he had to pull her back forcefully. His longshes lowered as he looked at L and said in a deep voice, "You stopped?"


    L still kept her eyes down, ignoring him.


    From Sylvester''s perspective, he could see L''s thick eyshes trembling with her slight movements because she was angry. This beautiful scene made Sylvester smile. "Even if I feed you myself, you still don''t want to eat?" L still ignored Sylvester.


    Sylvester waspletely helpless. He leaned forward slightly, and his long fingers picked up a piece of soft sweet bread from the delicate te, ced it under L''s nose to tempt her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It smells so good." It seemed she couldn''t resist anymore!


    But just as L was about to open her mouth to take a bite, Sylvester feigned a sudden darkening of his expression. He discarded the bread from his hand, pinched L''s chin, and deliberately spoke in a cold tone, "How did I not realize before that you were so spoiled?"