Chapter 49:You Are Crossing A Line

The butler pulled out a chair for Lisa, his movements were fluid and precise. Lugard took his seat at the head of the table, his presence commanding attention.

The table was a cornucopia of delights, with dishes ranging from roasted duck to steamed lobster, and from sautéed vegetables to exotic fruits. Yet, amidst this abundance, Lisa couldn't help but feel that Lugard's eyes were on her, watching her every move.

Lugard surveyed the spread before him, his eyes narrowing as he selected a small portion of steamed asparagus and a slice of roasted chicken. He arranged the food on his plate with precision, his movements economical and deliberate.

Lisa watched, fascinated, as he ignored the more elaborate dishes, his expression unyielding. The butler and maids seemed to expect this, their faces impassive as they waited for him to begin.

Lugard took a bite, his eyes closing in brief appreciation. Lisa followed suit, trying a little of everything, but her gaze kept drifting back to Lugard. His pickiness was both intriguing and intimidating, a reminder of the high standards he set for himself and those around him.

Lugard's eyes locked onto Lisa's, his gaze piercing as if he sensed her thoughts. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

Lisa's eyes, a deep Black and White, sparkled with curiosity and a hint of amusement. She couldn't help but wonder what made this enigmatic man so peculiar. Why did he eat like a picky child, when he was clearly a sophisticated and powerful individual?

Lugard's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes seemed to flash with a warning as if daring her to ask the question aloud.

Lisa felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn't look away, transfixed by the intensity of the moment.

The butler and maids seemed to sense the tension, their movements becoming even more discreet as they continued to serve the meal.

The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft clinking of silverware on fine china.

Lisa stared at him, raising her eyebrows, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

She couldn't believe that this cold, calculating man, who seemed to control everything around him with an iron fist, was picking at his food like a finicky child.

Why was he so particular about what he ate? She wondered, her eyes fixed on the way he pushed a piece of asparagus around his plate, his expression unyielding.

Lugard's eyes flicked up, catching her stare, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with tension. Lisa felt a flush rise to her cheeks, but she didn't look away, transfixed by the intensity of the moment.

The butler and maids moved with silent efficiency, refilling glasses, and clearing plates, but Lisa's attention remained fixed on Lugard, her mind racing with questions about this enigmatic man.

Lisa slowly stood up from her seat and walked towards Lugard with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with an innocent look. She sat down beside him, her movements fluid and graceful, and placed her hand on the table, her fingers inches from his.

Lugard's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on her hand, then shifted to her face, his expression unreadable. He seemed taken aback by her sudden movement, his eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

The butler and maids paused, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them, their faces expressionless. Lisa has never sat down beside Lugard during meals since they got married. The air was thick with tension, the silence palpable, as if everyone was waiting for Lugard's reaction.

Lisa's smile never wavered, her eyes locked onto Lugard's, her gaze filled with a gentle warmth. She seemed oblivious to the tension, her movements radiating a sense of calm as if she were trying to soothe a wild animal.

"Why are you so picky?" Lisa asked, her voice playful and teasing, as she reached out with her fork to take a piece of food from Lugard's plate. "Leaving all this delicious food uneaten?"

Lugard's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with horror, as if she had committed a sacrilegious act. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

But Lisa just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she brought the fork to her mouth and took a bite. "Mmm, this is so good," she said, her eyes closing in rapture.

The butler and maids stood frozen, their mouths agape, as if they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Lugard has a cleanliness obsession, his plate was his sacred territory, and no one dared to touch it, let alone take food from it.

Lugard's face turned red with rage, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you," he hissed, his voice barely audible. "Don't you know better than to touch my food?"

The butler and maids stood frozen, their mouths agape, as if they couldn't believe what they were witnessing.

Lisa chewed slowly, her eyes never leaving Lugard's face, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I just wanted to try a little bit," she said, her voice innocent and playful. "You're not eating it, and it looks so delicious."

The room was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. The butler and maids seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for Lugard's reaction.

Lugard's face was a mask of rage, his eyes flashing with anger. He seemed to be struggling to contain himself, his hands clenched into fists. "You have no idea what you've just done," he hissed, his voice barely audible.

Lisa smiled charmingly, her crystal-clear eyes sparkling with mischief, as she picked another morsel from Lugard's plate.

The servants gasped in horror, trying to intervene, but she waved them off with a playful laugh.

"Stop, miss! You can't do that!" the butler cried, his face aghast.

But Lisa just winked at Lugard, her eyes never leaving his face, as she savored the flavors on her tongue. "This is so delicious," she purred, her voice husky with pleasure.

Lugard's face turned purple with rage, his eyes bulging from their sockets. "You're crossing a line," he growled, his voice low and deadly.

But Lisa just leaned in closer, her breath whispering against his ear. "I'm just getting started," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

The servants watched in stunned silence, their eyes darting back and forth between Lisa and Lugard, unsure of what to do next. The air was electric with tension, the atmosphere thick with foreboding.

Lisa's hands moved with a life of their own, picking up dishes from the table and piling them onto Lugard's plate. The servants' eyes widened in terror as they watched, their backs drenched with cold sweat.

Lugard's face turned ashen, his eyes fixed on the growing mountain of food on his plate. "What are you doing?" he asked coldly, his voice trembling with rage.

Lisa just smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm helping you try a little bit of everything," she said, her voice innocent and playful.

The servants exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale with fear. They knew that Lugard's cleanliness obsession was not to be trifled with, and Lisa's actions were tantamount to a declaration of war.

One of the maids, a petite girl with a trembling lip, stepped forward. "M-miss, p-please," she stuttered, "you shouldn't—"

But Lisa just waved her off, her eyes never leaving Lugard's face. "It's okay, I'm just trying to help," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The air was thick with tension, the silence oppressive, as the servants waited for Lugard's reaction. Would he explode in anger, or would he somehow manage to contain his rage?

"Try it, Mr. Handsome Cold Face," Lisa said, her voice taunting, as she pushed the plate closer to Lugard.

But Lugard didn't even flinch, his face a mask of icy control. He seemed to be carved from stone, unmoving and unyielding.

at the corner, a maid stood at a corner, smiling mischievously, she thought to herself, "You're dead today for crossing his line. You're helping me take your useless self out of this estate."