Broken Rule.

Chapter 19

Patricia watched Daniel stormed out of the room. Her face flushed by his rude remarks. How did he managed to changed everything away from him to her. Daniel thought her indolent when in fact she was not a chef neither was she a maid.

Eyes rolling with a 'whatever' expression, Patricia went back to the couch. It was better they begin the deal process and get done with the contract. God knows she needed her peace and freedom.

"Where the hell is my food?" Daniel yelled as he returned from the kitchen, his hands ran through his hair in exasperation.

"I don't understand," Patricia glanced back with a bland look. "Who is your chef?"

"For fuck sake! I instructed you to prepare some meal for me! You are my contracted wife and one of your responsibility is to prepare my meal. What the hell has gotten into you?"

Patricia smirked. "Now I know, you didn't make that rule. You paid some one to do it." She pointed an index finger at him, "If you wrote the fucking rule, you would have