She unconsciously gripped her bag, a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Did Kevin tell you this?"

"I made my findings"

She squinted her eyes. "You had me investigated?"

"Something like that. I understand you are upset, but I only did that because I wanted to help you"

She scoffed. "You are in no place to have me investigated"

"I'm sorry, but I don't regret it" she shot him a look.

"You are unbelievable. Stop the car!" She barked.

"Come on" he thought she was joking.

"I said STOP. THE. CAR" she glared at him.

"You are serious? Why?"

"I don't want to be in the same space as you, so stop the fucking car"

"How are you going to get home? The driver already took your car"

"It's none of your business. Stop driving I will not repeat myself, Cedric"

"It's already dark. I can't leave you out here"

She seethed and pulled off her heels. At first, he didn't know what she wanted to do with it until she hit it against the window. It made a cracking sound.

"What are you doing? Stop!" He exclaimed.

She didn't stop hitting. "I won't unless you stop this car"

The shattering if the glass was imminent, but she wasn't making any effort to slow down.

He brought the car to a stop. She flung the door open and she stepped out.

He glanced at his window, which was on the verge of breaking.

Was she that sensitive about him investigating her?

She walked forward and he followed her close behind. She occasionally stopped mid-step and warned him to stop following her. He didn't listen.

He called the butler and instructed him to get a taxi immediately. He gave their location and soon, a taxi appeared beside her.

He sighed relief when she boarded it. He drove closely behind till they arrived at the villa. They alighted at the same time, but she treated him like air.

"Welcome back sir. Welcome back madam" The butler greeted. Cressida passed by him with any reply, while Cedric answered with a nod.

"Get someone to have my car window changed"

"I will, sir"

The sound of her, shutting the door loudly resounded in the hall.

Cressida stood before the vanity. She spent almost five minutes staring at herself in the mirror.

She had gone berserk back there. She didn't know why. Probably, she hated the idea of Cedric or anybody else finding out about her and Gavin.

She collapsed on the bed, wondering if she had gone overboard by damaging his car window. She immediately blamed her temper, but she made herself feeling better by saying he deserved it.

She glanced at the door when someone knocked.

"Would you like to come down for dinner?" That was Cedric's voice.

"No" her stomach growled in objection. She only had a cup of coffee that morning. She was too busy sorting Amy's issue out that she had no time to grab something to eat.

"Shall I have the servants bring it up to you then?"

"No. Go away" she frowned when she heard nothing from the other side. He wasn't going to persuade her? Her stomach growled again, but she ignored it and slept off.

A feeling of hunger woke her up in the middle of the night. Her attempts to ignore the incessant growling in her stomach failed.

At last, she kicked off the blanket and slipped out of bed. She opened the door a little and peeked out, making sure no one was in sight though it was just her and Cedric in the house. The servants quarters were in another wing of the villa.

The house was quiet, and the lights were dim. She tiptoed to the kitchen. The place was sparkly clean. She could not find any leftovers, and she could not afford to cook in the middle of the night. It was definitely going to rouse him.

Fireworks went off in her head when she opened the refrigerator and her eyes landed on a roasted chicken.

She swallowed and grabbed it. She kept glancing at the entrance of the kitchen while the chicken was still being microwaved.

The moment it was out, she devoured. With her eyes closed, savored.

She took another huge bite and was in the process of chewing when she felt another presence in the kitchen.

She turned and saw Cedric a couple of steps away, staring at her.

Her face flushed as his eyes stayed on her. Her mouth was stained with grease. She looked like a thief caught red-handed.

She slowly put down the chicken.

"I was hungry" she said in an attempt to justify her act. Embarrassment was an understatement at this moment. She hoped the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

"I came here because I heard something. I didn't know it was you. There's no need to be so cautious. It's your house now. You can do whatever you want in it"

His gaze traveled to the half-eaten chicken.

"Shall I make you a proper meal?"

"No. I'm fine with this"

"You haven't eaten today, have you?"

She shook her head.

"I'll make you something to it" his tone had a combination of softness and finality.

She sat at the table, staring at his broad back as he expertly chopped the vegetables.

"Were you once a chef?" She could not resist asking. He chuckled.

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem so good at it"

He didn't reply, but his lips curled into a smile.

Meanwhile, there was a fierce battle going on in her mind. The more she stared at him, the more the battle intensified.

The angel in her wanted to apologize for destroying his window but the devil in her argued there was nothing wrong with it.

"You were just venting. It's normal to vent. Also, what he did was wrong, and he still didn't admit it" It said.

The angel in her spoke. "See? Despite what did you him, he's still being a gentleman towards you, not holding it against you and cooking for you in the middle of the night. It's only right to apologize"

She shook her head to ward them off.

"Are you alright?"

She realized, he was standing in front of her. "I am"

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of beef and some other things she could not identify. But she knew it was pleasant.

"Here's your dinner" she salivated and took the first bite. A moan unconsciously escaped her mouth. She finally knew what foodgasm meant.

"This tastes incredible. It can easily beat that of a Michelin chef"

"I'm glad you like it"

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My mother taught me"

"Then she must be very good"

"I can always be your personal chef"

She paused. Their eyes met. Tension rose as they stared at each other in silence. Cedric glanced at her rosy, luscious lips and slowly began to lean in.