Evil Young Master’s Bedside Love - Chapter 79
He stared at the woman in the photo. It had been years since he had seen anything related to her. He didn’t expect to see her picture here.
The hand holding the photo was secretly clenching and the corner of his mouth was creased.
He put the picture back in the book and placed it in its place on a random page.
He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After Bai Mo came downstairs to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door. He couldn’t help but be shocked by the amount of food in the fridge.
The last time he had come, it was still empty. Now, however, it was filled with all kinds of ingredients, including chicken, duck, fish, and all kinds of vegetarian dishes.
But yes, it was normal for Holson to live here and have food in the fridge.
Bai Moyan randomly picked a few dishes and planned to cook a few dishes. Then, he began to prepare.
As he was slicing the cucumber, Bai Mo Chen’s thoughts drifted to the photo.
Dad and the woman took such intimate pictures together that their eyes were filled with love.
Did Mom know about this back then? Bai Mo Lian naturally hoped that his mother didn’t know, so at least in his mother’s heart, his father had always loved her.
Bai Guohua never remarried after the death of Bai Moyan’s mother at the age of eight. Bai Moyan thought that it was because his father’s feelings for his mother were too deep, but he didn’t expect that his father had cheated before their marriage.
Due to his absent-mindedness, the sharp blade accidentally cut the finger on Bai Mo Yan’s left hand.
The pain caused Bai Moyan to come back to his senses and he could not help but let out a “hiss”.
At that moment, Holt came down the stairs to the kitchen door. He frowned at the sight and paced over.
Bai Moyan only felt his left hand being pulled over.
When he looked up, he saw a frowning and stern Holt standing before him.
Holt’s eyes were focused on Bai Mo Lian’s white fingers. His flank was cut by the knife, and it wasn’t small either. Fresh, red blood gushed out, making it particularly eye-catching against her white skin.
“Why are you so careless?” Holt’s deep voice came from above into Bai Mo Lian’s ears.
There was a hint of reproach in the voice, but more of concern.
Bai Moyan snapped out of his daze and subconsciously retracted his hand. He lowered his eyes and said, “I accidentally slipped my hand.”
Holt’s gaze fell on Bai Mo Lian’s delicate face. At this moment, her bright eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes were slightly trembling. It was obvious that she was lying.
Of course, he knew the reason why he had lost his mind. It must have been the photo.
“Wait a moment.” After saying that, he turned around and left. Bai Mojiao stood there blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.
Instead of entering the kitchen, Holt sat down in the living room outside. “Come here,” he ordered in a low voice.
Bai Moyan’s footsteps paused on the spot, but he still walked over.
Holt gestured to the chair in front of him. “Sit.”
Bai Moyan obediently sat down.
“Hand.”
It was still a simple command.
Seeing Holt take out a bandage from his medical kit and understanding her intentions, Bai Mo Lian subconsciously rejected, “There’s no need to trouble Director Huo. I can do it myself.”
Hearing that, Huo Sheng looked up at Bai Mo Chen, and stopped him in his tracks with a single sentence, “It’s inconvenient for you to do it yourself. “Raise your hand.” The faint voice was filled with an unquestionable domineering aura.
Bai Mo Chen pursed his lips and did not say anything else. He could only obediently lift up his hand.
She knew that even if she refused, she would have to do as he told her if he wanted.
Holt carefully bandaged the wound.
“Thank you, Director Huo. Sorry for taking up Director Huo’s time, I’ll continue cooking.” As he spoke, he tried to get up, but Holt was one step ahead of him.
“No need.”
When the word ‘light’ floated into Bai Mo Chen’s ears, her heart tightened.
Could it be that Huo Shaochen was angry at him for delaying his time?
“I’ll do it.”
As the two words sounded out, Bai Mo Yan’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Huo Sheng in disbelief.
What did he just say?
What he meant was … Was he going to cook?
So it turned out that Holson knew how to cook?
Ignoring her shock, he turned and walked into the kitchen.
Bai Mo Yan was dazed for a few seconds before regaining his senses. Then, he hurriedly followed behind her.
“There’s no need to trouble Director Huo to do it himself. I’ll be fine.”
“It will only be delayed if you cook like this. Go back and sit down.”
As he spoke, he neatly began to cut up the cucumber that Bai Moyan had cut in half.
Bai Mo Chen was speechless. It was really inconvenient for him to act like this right now. He pursed his lips and obediently left the kitchen to return to the dining hall.
Not long after, the fragrance of food wafted out from the kitchen, causing Bai Mo’s stomach to growl uncontrollably.
Holson came out of the kitchen with the food.
Three dishes and a soup were more than enough for two people.
As he looked at the dishes cooked by Holt, Bai Mo Chen could not help but sigh with emotion. Even though he had not eaten yet, just by the smell of the dishes, he knew they must be delicious.
“Try it.” Holsham put a piece of meat into the bowl.
“Thank you … “Thank you, Director Huo.” Bai Mojiao felt a little restrained. He had only seen his subordinates helping their superiors with food, how could their superiors help their subordinates with food?
Since Holt was already in his bowl, Bai Moyan had no choice but to eat.
“I didn’t think that Director Huo’s culinary skills were so good.” Bai Moyan could not help but sigh.
She had never thought that Holt would be able to cook so well.
After all, it seemed completely out of place with the noble and elegant image of Holsham.
“There are a lot of things you don’t know.”
The two of them ate quietly, each with their own thoughts.
Bai Moyan must have also seen that photo, right?
It was unknown what she was thinking right now.
She didn’t know, did she? Bai Guohua’s relationship with the woman in the photo …
As for Bai Moyan, he was indeed considering this question.
Who was the woman in the picture? If she and her father had an affair, why didn’t her father marry her after her mother died? Did they break up before that?
Actually, this was already a thing of the past, there was no point in thinking about it now.
Bai Moyan just felt sorry for his mother.
