Chapter 3 You Didn’t Do It?

• Seeing that Summer was about to dash back into the kitchen, the maids immediately stopped her. “Madam, that's not necessary.”
• They were paid to prepare breakfast in Malcolm Villa everyday. Now that Summer had taken over their jobs, and if Wyatt found out about this, would they still be able to keep their job?
• “Madam, Mrs. Lucy and I are responsible for preparing breakfast here. Since you’re new and still not familiar with our master’s diet, it'll be great if you can stay out of this,” said one of the maids, and she didn’t sound pleased at all.
• “Mrs. Kane is right. Madam, you’d better not come near the kitchen,” Mrs. Lucy chimed in. “Besides, our master doesn’t fancy this type of breakfast.”
• Looking down on the typical breakfast prepared by Summer, Mrs. Kane ridiculed her by saying, “For someone like Mr. Malcolm, he always takes a healthy breakfast like oatmeal with a glass of milk. The breakfast that you prepared seemed rather unhealthy, don’t you think?”
• Hearing that, Summer was astounded at first, but she felt disheartened a while later.
• With her head hanging, she said, “You’re right.”
• Wealthy people were usually health conscious and would very much prefer that sort of breakfast.
• In her school, those students who were more well off certainly wouldn’t choose to have meals at their school canteen, let alone for someone like Wyatt. How silly of me, she thought.
• After adjusting her mood, Summer lifted her chin and smiled at Mrs. Kane. “I guess all these should go into the bin!”
• Mrs. Lucy froze, for she thought Summer would be furious, as Mrs. Kane sounded rather harsh. But much to her surprise, Summer even offered to dump the food without getting angry.
• Casting a glance at the hearty breakfast on the dining table, Mrs. Lucy felt sorry for the younger lady, so she suggested, “Madam, if you don’t mind, we servants can have them rather than wasting them. Then again, it’ll be great if you don’t step into the kitchen next time.”
• After hesitating for a moment, Summer said, “Alright. I’ll go upstairs now.”
• With that, she turned around and went back upstairs.
• Feeling a little upset inside, Summer sniffled quietly, as she realized she was not welcomed or accepted in this house.
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• Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the decent-looking man was still sleeping soundly.
• Lying on the bed, Summer stared at the man’s chiseled jawline. Biting on her lower lip, she grumbled, “You people from the city are simply spoiled. Of all things, why must you have oatmeal for breakfast? I’ve never had them before, so how am I supposed to make them…”
• Before she got married, her Aunt Grace had advised her on all the things she needed to take note of after becoming a wife. First things first, a woman would have to fulfill her husband’s every desire in bed. Secondly, a woman had to fulfill her husband’s food cravings. As long as those two were fulfilled, their marriage would certainly last for a lifetime.
• As Summer thought of last night’s incident, followed by the incident that happened in the kitchen just now, she couldn’t help but feel wronged.
• Considering that she was a newlywed, she really didn’t want her married life to turn miserable.
• Last night, Wyatt had kissed her for a while, but he didn’t continue until the end, making her worry about his body’s condition. In the end, she thought that it was fine if they didn’t do it in bed, for her culinary skills would probably be good enough to make up for it.
• However, her culinary skills had officially been rejected as well.
• In this case, she had gotten back to square one—fulfilling his desires in bed.
• “Hey!” Pursing her lips, she gazed at his tall nose bridge. “I’m going to kiss you if you’re still not awake.”
• With his eyes still shut, Wyatt’s thick eyebrows moved a little.
• Admiring his distinctive features up close, Summer could feel her heart pounding.
• Leaning closer toward him, she intended to kiss him. After several attempts, however, she decided to give up in the end, as she gave in to her nerves.
• Forget about it! Maybe Aunt Grace is wrong? Maybe there isn’t a correlation between having sex and feeling happy in marriage life? she thought. Still, she felt uneasy about it.
• Just then, her phone rang—it was her Aunt Grace who called.
• Taking her phone with her, Summer dashed into the bathroom.
• “Summer, how did it go?” Grace asked in a rather straightforward manner the moment the call connected.
• As the bathroom door was left ajar, the conversation between Grace and Summer could be clearly heard from outside.
• “Well… Not good.”
• “Not good? You didn’t do it?”
• “Yeah…”
• “Summer.” With an intense earnestness, Grace said over the phone, “Bear in mind your new identity. As Mrs. Malcolm, your first and most important mission is to produce offspring for the Malcolms. Don’t forget that you’ve promised them that you will bear his child within two years!”
• “Aunt Grace, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten that,” Summer said while holding onto her phone tightly.
• Obviously, this was her first time getting married, so she had no experience in this.
• “I’ll work hard to bear his child!”
• Upon hearing her firm reply, Grace heaved a sigh of relief. “And I have to remind you. Wyatt and you are now officially married, so you have to call him hubby!”
• Summer’s face reddened, and she said, “I understand…”
• Just then, Summer heard the bedroom door opening, and she thought it was probably one of the maids who came in. Fearing that they would awaken Wyatt, she immediately hung up the call and walked out.
• However, there was no one in the room. Wyatt, along with the wheelchair by the bed, was nowhere to be seen.
• Running out of the room, Summer headed downstairs right away, and she saw the man in a black shirt sitting at the dining table.
• With his eyes covered by a piece of black silk, he looked mysterious and somewhat distant while eating his breakfast leisurely.
• “Madam, come over and have breakfast!” Mrs. Kane said warmly. “Try this! I hope it’s to your liking.”
• Judging from her current enthusiasm, it was hard to believe that it was the same Mrs. Kane who treated her harshly just now.
• Slowly making her way down the stairs, Summer took a gander at the dining table, which was now filled with food she had never eaten before.
• After this morning’s incident, Summer felt that this unfamiliar spread probably wouldn’t suit her taste.
• At that moment, she thought of the cold pickles which she had kept in the refrigerator this morning.
• Although Wyatt didn’t like it, she could still eat it right?
• With that thought in mind, the girl skipped toward the kitchen and took the jar of pickles. Sitting back at the dining table, she started munching on the pickles.
• Frowning, Wyatt sat at the opposite side of the wide dining table and asked curiously, “What are you eating?”
• “Something that you don’t fancy,” Summer replied, then she pursed her lips.
• Giving her a half-smile, he said, “How will you know?”
• “Mrs. Kane told me,” Summer said innocently before biting on her lower lip.
• Standing not too far from where they were, Mrs. Kane froze with terror.
• The man with his eyes covered with a piece of black silk gracefully took a sip of milk from the glass. “Mrs. Kane told you that I won’t like it?”
• “Yeap!”
• In a somewhat amused tone, he asked, “Why would there be something in the refrigerator that I don’t like?”
• Feeling a little embarrassed, Summer replied, “It was me… I didn’t try to find out what your preferences were, so I just made a simple and typical breakfast that I prepared every other day.”
• “Is that so?” Slowly, Wyatt placed the glass of milk down onto the glass table. The dangerous sound gave Mrs. Kane a fright, and she almost fell on her knees.
• “Actually, I didn’t know that I wouldn’t like the things you have prepared,” the man said frostily.
• Before Summer could understand what he really meant, the jar of pickles before her was taken away from her.
• Picking up his fork, Wyatt took a piece of the pickle and took a bite.
• Clearly, it wasn’t something he had tried before. It tasted a little sour, sweet, and spicy at the same time.
• “Not bad,” Wyatt said as he elegantly put down his fork. “Mrs. Kane, have I ever mentioned that I wouldn't like food such as these?”
• This morning, this little lady lay beside him and complained about him being spoiled. He deduced that it was because Mrs. Kane had given her a hard time.
• Noticing the frosty tone in his voice, Mrs. Kane tried to suppress a shiver and subconsciously hid behind Mrs. Lucy.
• “Mrs. Kane, you’re not going to say anything? Is it because you don’t find it necessary to explain things to a blind person like me?” Wyatt added.