being even with her

The next morning, at the Elliott Family's residence:

"Go and call her down."

The man's thin lips uttered a magnetic and lazy voice with a cold tone.

On his handsome and cold face, there was no warmth, and his deep black eyes were sharp and icy. The room was dead silent. The servants all kept their heads down, afraid to make any noise, making the atmosphere suffocating.

Aunt Ives was a meticulous person. Seeing the young master's expression, she thought to herself that something was not right. Did Miss Allen do something to upset him?

She immediately went upstairs. It was still early in the morning, and it was hazy outside. Rachel was still sleeping.

When she heard the knocking on the door, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Who was knocking?

Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be Kellan?

She quickly got up, tiptoed to move the wooden chair away, and then opened the door.

Aunt Ives was puzzled by the rustling sound inside. It had been a long time since Rachel had opened the door, so she knocked again.

"Who is it?"

Rachel opened the door ungraciously, but when she saw Aunt Ives standing outside, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Aunt Ives, is there something you need from me so early in the morning?" Rachel pursed her lips and smiled.

"The young master is looking for you."

Aunt Ives looked at the wooden chair behind Rachel with suspicion and smiled.

"Okay, I'll change my clothes and go down."

Rachel rubbed her eyes.

This guy was really annoying. She had just managed to get some sleep, and he was already waking her up so early.

"What were you doing with that chair?" Aunt Ives couldn't help but ask.

Rachel turned her head and looked at the chair behind the door. She felt embarrassed.

She couldn't say that she was guarding against their young master!

She could only smile and say, "I was afraid of thieves!"

"Flower thief!"

After Rachel finished speaking, she closed the door and went in to change her clothes.

Aunt Ives was even more surprised. The residence was heavily guarded; there couldn't be any thieves. Who was Rachel guarding against? Was it the young master?

No wonder he looked unhappy today. Should she remind Miss Allen?

Rachel came out after changing her clothes and found Aunt Ives still standing there, hesitant to speak.

"Aunt Ives, is there something you want to tell me?" Rachel asked.

"Well, my young master does have a bad temper, but if you get to know him better, you'll find that he's a good man worth trusting," Aunt Ives said in a kind voice.

A good man?

He wouldn't be a good man worth trusting even if all the men in the world were dead.

Rachel shook her head in disbelief.

"Not only that, he would also be a good father," Aunt Ives added.

"Why are you telling me this, Aunt Ives?" Rachel raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Am I close to your young master? We're not close at all. I'm just here to pay off a debt."

"I raised the young master, so I know his temperament well. He's bringing a woman home for the first time, and you can see that he gets along well with Cora. Don't you think she looks a bit like him?"

Aunt Ives looked at Rachel as if she could see right through her thoughts.

Rachel was speechless and truly taken aback.

She understood what Aunt Ives meant. Aunt Ives mistook Cora for Kellan's daughter.

Who knew how many women this despicable man had been with outside?

Rachel forced a smile and said, "Aunt Ives, you've misunderstood. I have no emotional relationship with your young master."

She really didn't. They only had a debt relationship.

But Rachel felt embarrassed and didn't want to say it.

Aunt Ives sighed, knowing she couldn't persuade her.

"Young master seems very angry today. Just go along with him and don't touch his sore spot, and you'll be fine."

Rachel murmured softly, "Thank you, Aunt Ives."

She followed Aunt Ives downstairs and stole a glance at Kellan, who sat on the sofa with a cold, handsome face.

His icy eyes glinted in the dim light. His tall figure was wrapped in a white shirt, his long legs naturally crossed, giving off a sense of cold arrogance and aloofness.

Rachel thought she must be hallucinating. He was definitely cold and arrogant, but lonely?

He had so many servants in his house, and countless people fawned over him outside.

"You wanted to see me."

Rachel tugged at the corner of her lips, trying to appear calm, though she felt inexplicably nervous.

"Let's go out to eat," Kellan said coldly.

Rachel was taken aback.

Did he wake her up so early just to eat? Aunt Ives had already prepared plenty of food on the table.

"Okay," she said, before going out to drive.

Aunt Ives had said to go along with him to avoid trouble.

They went to a quaint and elegant Chinese restaurant with high-end decor.

Kellan casually found a seat and sat down. Rachel followed and was about to sit.

"Stand up. Who said you could sit?"

Kellan gave her a cold glance, his face dark, his well-defined thin lips tightly pursed.

Rachel was stunned for a moment. Her eyes twitched, but she stood up, feeling angry.

It was still early, and there weren't many people inside. Standing there felt strange and eerie. The staff looked at her oddly.

Rachel felt uncomfortable. If she couldn't sit, could she at least go outside?

"Stop right there."

Rachel had barely lifted her leg when the sharp voice rang in her ear.

Her face contorted with anger as she gritted her teeth.

Is this person crazy?

She really wanted to slap him against the wall so hard he couldn't scrape himself off.

Kellan looked at her snarling face, hooked his lips, and ordered a table full of food.

Each dish was uniquely shaped, light and fresh, with a fragrant aroma.

Having been woken up early and not having eaten breakfast, Rachel couldn't help but salivate at the sight.

This bastard was clearly trying to mess with her!

Thinking of this, Rachel suddenly calmed down, standing there leisurely.

She was wearing a light blue V-neck blouse today, making her skin look even whiter and more delicate. Paired with tight-fitting pants, it outlined her slender waist. She looked pure and sweet, like a little sister, with a unique youthful charm in every smile and frown.

Rachel absentmindedly played with her short hair and hummed a cheerful tune.

He wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

She wouldn't let him.

This woman had such thick skin. With so many people watching, she wasn't even ashamed or angry.

Kellan's heart grew irritated, and he lost his appetite.

He took a bite of a small steamed bun.

"It's really bad. Can people even eat this?"

Rachel silently glanced at him.

The soup dumpling had thin skin and tender filling, rich but not greasy broth, and a fragrant aroma of scallions. What wasn't delicious about it? She really wanted a bite.

He took another bite of a shrimp dumpling but found it hard to swallow.

Kellan's face turned cold.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Rachel rolled her eyes. She had only taken a few bites from the table full of food they had ordered.

What a waste of money.

She wanted to ask if they could pack the food to go, but she held back. She didn't want to embarrass herself.