Chapter 18 Feed Me!

It tasted bad.

It turned out that when Nancy just pretended to hit her, she took the opportunity to sprinkle something into her ice cream. Kevin was famous for his irritability and bad temper. If he ate these, she would be killed within minutes...

What a vicious but naive trick.

Emma bit her lips, turned around, and went back to the kitchen, making another bucket of ice cream again. Then she walked to Kevin's study.

"Knock, knock."

Emma softly knocked twice at the ajar door.

"Get your ass in."

Kevin invited her in unscrupulously.

Emma bit her lips, cursing him inwardly before getting into his study. Once again, she was shocked to witness the internal architectural style of the castle. The study was ring-shaped, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, topmost bookshelves, and countless books…

Kevin sat in front of a large arc-shaped desk, dressed casually but elegantly. He crossed his fingers to support his chin, watching her come in with contempt in his eyes, "You have an innocent face, but you are really scheming inside."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Emma responded indifferently, walking straight toward him and then putting the ice cream in a corner of the desk. When she did that, she saw a scene on the computer. It was a monitoring video and the scene was on the art stairs.

No wonder he commented on her like that. He saw her quarreling with Nancy.

"I don't think that's scheming. I'm just being defensive." Emma defended herself in a low voice.

Even when they lived peacefully and happily, the teachers always taught them to be defensive.

In this dark place, who could protect her beside herself?

"So, all this time, you refuse to hand over my child. Who are you guarding against?"

Kevin asked coldly. Focusing on her face, there was rage deep in his eyes when he mentioned the child.

He had lost his patience after he took so much time on her for taking back his baby.

"I made some ice cream. Do you want to have a try? We can talk later."

Realizing he was about to be angry, she advised hesitantly.

Kevin liked the fish soup she made. Would he also like the ice cream…

"You want to please me?"

Kevin saw through her with a glance.

Emma remained silent.

"No, I don't eat sweets," Kevin said disdainfully.

"If so, I'm taking it down." Emma took the bucket and was about to walk out.

"Put it down!"

"…"

Emma looked at him speechlessly, while Kevin rolled his dark eyes against her as he grabbed the bucket.

Could this man be more capricious?

As Kevin took the spoon and was about to scoop it, he saw a series of complicated data codes. His eyes went cold immediately. Throwing the spoon aside, he commanded her wryly, "Feed me!"

He said it so peremptorily as if she had no right to disobey him.

"What?" Emma couldn't believe her ears.

Tapping on the soft keyboard at the desk, he started talking coolly, "Jacob is just an old guy here. I wouldn't even see him as a man. But you think you can follow his advice? Do you know what it means to really please a man?"

"…"

Once again, Emma learned her lesson about how horrible this man was. It turned out that he knew everything. She glanced at the ice cream, thought for a moment, and asked, "Can you talk to me calmly after you eat this?"

She emphasized "calmly" as she said that.

"Emma Spears, you are in no position to bargain with me." Kevin didn't even bother to look at her, "Feed me."

"…"

Seeing the expression on the man's face, Emma had every impulse triggered to pour the whole bucket of ice cream into him. But given her situation, she had to bear it, took a deep breath, and then gently scooped a spoonful of ice cream onto his lips.