Chapter 8 ~𝗥𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ~

The drive to his condo was a quiet one, with only the noise from the busy road and the horns of other vehicles taking over.

Soon they arrived at his condo, parking in the garage, he highlighted. His movement was swift and steady as he reached inside. Mrs Isla Walker, his chef, approached him midway up the stairs,

“A mail came for you,” she said softly, informing him.

“Send it to my study, " he said quickly before ascending the stairs.

She went back to the kitchen, preparing the food on the menu for the day. Mrs Isla was the only one who prepared his food right from time immemorial and she knows what he likes and does not.

She was his father's chef before he took her as his own and she willingly followed.

Right from when he was a boy, very innocent and young, had not a dealing with the Bratha at that time she was his everything. Just like his mother was until they killed her and his smiles away.

His mother was killed as a punishment for his father's negligence, but who