She wanted to yell, but after all, this was someone else's home. Faced with such a shameless guy, she decided to hold back for now.
Emilia snorted through her nose and ignored Anthony.
Mrs. Davis didn't notice the tension between them, still thinking Emilia genuinely understood her son and cooked him a meal that suited his taste perfectly. She was absolutely thrilled.
She called Emilia over: "Meina, you must be tired, come have some strawberries."
Emilia felt guilty; she wouldn't dare taste the things she made for someone else's son. If the Old Lady found out, who knows what she'd think of her? She quickly laughed and said, "It's not tiring, not tiring at all, just… cooked a couple of dishes."
Madam patted Emilia's hand, smiling: "That's still hard work, being busy in the kitchen for so long. I see Miles enjoying it so much; he must really like the dishes you made."
