Chapter 49: Temptation

Stuart walked into the kitchen without being concerned with his actions. He saw a beautiful woman standing with an apron on. He thought she looked like a good wife. His eyes were much softer now.

"What are you doing?"

"I was going to make a tomato and egg sandwich, but I think noodles would go much better with it. Are you hungry? I'll make you some too."

Stuart had already eaten lunch, but since Edie asked him, he couldn't help saying, "okay." Edie was in such a good mood. She was humming while she was preparing the food. She cut the tomato in half and picked it up and tasted it. Her eyes were so bright and full of life. "Well, it's sweet, do you want to have a taste?"

Then she passed the other half of the tomato to Stuart. The bright red juice dripped down from her fingers, making her skin look so white. Stuart fought hard to suppress his excitement. He wanted to taste the delicate little hands, but he picked up the tomato and took a bite.

If Mr. Sampson saw this, he would have definitely fainted. This was against all the rules of aristocratic manners. He was standing to eat, touched the food with hands, and put the juice to his lips. These were all acts against the refined manners.

The best etiquette teacher had taught Stuart aristocratic etiquette in England. It was the standards of the refined decorum in the upper class of Britain. No one could have imagined that Stuart would one day stand in the kitchen and eat tomatoes with his hands. Now, Stuart standing there as if there was nothing wrong with it.

He was acting so natural. He was in a warm kitchen, with hot food and a beautiful woman. This seemed to be the true meaning of family life. The water in the pot was boiling, and the steam rose.

Edie crumpled her nose as she felt her hair fall and rub against her face. Then she turned to Stuart and said, "Stuart, my hair is falling down. Would you please help me put it behind my ears?" Stuart's eyebrows raised. Of course, he would.

He took two steps closer to her, and the sweet-smelling aroma of her perfume caught his attention. He stretched his hand from behind her and gently lifted up a strand of hair. His fingers gently rubbed against her cheek. He placed her hair behind her ear, and as he was about to move his hand away, he touched her earlobe.

Edie felt a little shy. She glanced at him and quickly turned away and blushed. The noodles were finally cooked, and Edie put the tomatoes and eggs in. It wasn't much of a meal, but it still looked very appetizing.

Stuart helped her put the noodles on the plate. Mr. Sampson saw this behavior, and he was horrified. "Master, this isn't right. This is against all the rules. How can you do such a thing? Let me do it, please."

Stuart looked at him with impatience, "Please, move out of the way."

"Master." Stuart looked at him coldly and didn't need to say anymore. Mr. Sampson was very embarrassed and turned around and left. They sat at the table across from one another. Edie was famished and started eating right away.

Edie was a little embarrassed that he was watching her eat. "Stuart, how does it taste?" Edie asked with a bit of anticipation. "It's delicious." Stuart gave her a smiling praise. Edie gave him a smug look.

"I was a good cook. I had been cooking since I was a kid. Whenever my mother was busy and didn't have the time to cook, I would do it."

"If I weren't an actress, I would probably be a chef."

"Being a Chef would not a good job." Edie was shocked. "Why?"

"It's too hard." In fact, there was another reason, but he didn't want to say. He didn't want anyone else to taste her craft. He wanted her to feed him alone. They soon finished eating, and Edie stood up to clean the dishes, but a pair of big hands reached behind her and took the plates from her hands.

Her hands were empty. "Stuart, what are you doing?"

"I'll wash them for you while you go lie down and rest." The CEO of the L. N. Group was going to wash the dishes? She couldn't believe her ears, and she must not have heard him correctly. "Did you say you were going to do the dishes. You are a Young Master, have you ever washed dishes before?" She tried to get the dishes back.

Stuart wouldn't give in, "The cook shouldn't have to wash the dishes." This was getting so complicated. Mr. Sampson saw them arguing over the dishes, and he couldn't believe it. He shook his head as if it were in a dream.

He felt that the dignity of the nobility would be lost! "Young Master! Please, let me wash them!"

Mr. Sampson stood in front of the kitchen door, with a determined face, "I will not allow either one of you to wash the dishes. Please let me wash them."

This time Stuart gave in and stepped aside to let Mr. Sampson do it. He was doing the dishes now, the oldest housekeeper in England, was washing dishes in the kitchen.

After dinner, Edie asked Stuart, "Are you going back to work?" Stuart hesitated for a moment, but nodded honestly, "Yes." It was Monday, and he was actually swamped. He was feeling a little selfish with having her all to himself, so he was a little reluctant to leave.

Edie waved her hand briskly. "Then you had better get going. I think I will go watch a movie."

She sat on the sofa and found an old comedy from the nineties. Stuart thought a little and went upstairs to his study and grabbed his laptop. He brought it downstairs and sat down on the sofa beside Edie. Edie was a bit surprised.

"Are you going to be able to concentrate on the television on?"

"Yes, don't worry. I would much rather work here today."

Her eyes always drifted uncontrollably on Stuart, and she could not focus on the movie. First, she looked at his face and then his lips and then muscular arms. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him.

She had an uncontrollable desire every time she looked at him. Why did she feel this way? She shouldn't be feeling this way. Jumping from one thought to another and looking at every single one of his features on his body.

Edie couldn't help herself from staring at him, "Stuart, are you working or watching the movie?

Stuart typed something on his laptop and looked up at her, with an impenetrable glow. "I am accompanying you."

Edie's heart could not help skipping a beat when she looked at his face.