novelraw Chapter 467: The Major General Who Became a Cook
Chapter 467: The Major General Who Became a Cook
The Cloud Family’s retreat brought Leah the greatest joy.
"This is what they call karma. I’ve always found Melody Cloud insufferable, and now she probably doesn’t even dare step out of her own house."
Leah ladled the soup into a small bowl, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes blinking playfully as she watched Delphine finish drinking. Feeling a bit proud, she asked, "Pretty good, right? How’s my cooking?"
"You made it?" Delphine took another sip. It did taste quite good.
"Me? No way I have that kind of skill. It’s from the new chef we’ve just hired." Leah’s eyes sparkled slightly as she said, "I picked him up."
Delphine looked startled, widening her eyes. Fixing her gaze on Leah’s unyielding, stunningly cold face, she chuckled knowingly and teased, "Don’t tell me he fell for your beauty and stuck to you like glue, volunteering to be your chef?"
"Impossible. That man is as cold and hard as a rock. I first picked up his son – cutest little kid you’ve ever seen!" Leah’s face lit up at the mention of Casimir Shaw. "If you weren’t so tied up lately with all those matters and... well, your pregnancy, I would’ve already brought him over for you to meet."
Leah proceeded to share the story of the two ’big and small wolves’ she had in her household.
Delphine listened, dumbstruck. Legs paralyzed, she happened to know someone who fit that exact description – none other than the most famous Major General in the Imperial City. But thinking about Richard Shaw, a man like him, stooping to serve as Leah’s chef? Delphine promptly dismissed the notion.
"Are they really that poor, father and son?"
"Yeah." Leah nodded fervently, her tone tinged with frustration as she complained, "You have no idea. That old man only has a few ragged robes that look like something my grandfather would’ve worn. I couldn’t stand it, so I bought him some sportswear and stuffed them into his hands. What did he do? Gave me attitude. Is the man blind or what? And Casimir Shaw, that adorable kid himself, is eight years old and still hasn’t been to school! I offered to enroll him in a school in the South Seas, and he gave me more attitude! That man isn’t just blind—he’s heartless too!"
Seeing Leah so riled up, Delphine broke into a faint smile and remarked, "So there’s actually someone who can get you riled! What’s so special about this chef that you’re putting up with all this?"
Leah’s almond-shaped eyes started darting nervously around. Once convinced no one was nearby, she leaned closer to Delphine and whispered, "I accidentally caught a glimpse of his abs. His build is the real deal—a bonafide rugged hunk. Such a shame he’s wheelchair-bound; otherwise, with that body and his looks, women would be throwing themselves at him left and right."
"Ah, so you’ve been captivated by his manly charms?" Delphine let out a soft laugh, her dimples showing, and spoke languidly, "Sounds like you’ve got a crush, Miss Leah Squire."
At that moment, the influential ’chef’ waiting inconspicuously outside happened to run into the Crown Prince of the Leclair Family as he stepped out for a stroll.
"I’ve heard that you’ve been making daily tonic soups for my woman lately," said Ignatius Leclair, his phoenix-shaped eyes narrowing slightly. His handsome demeanor brightened with a rare smile. "You’re working hard. She’s my one and only woman, and she’s carrying my one and only child. You’re doing well as her honorary godfather."
The ruggedly gorgeous man in the wheelchair didn’t even lift his eyes, his tone indifferent as he replied, "I made that soup for my wife. She’s kind-hearted, so it’s only natural she’d share it with others."
Ignatius Leclair let out a derisive laugh at the Major General-turned-chef. Not only had Richard Shaw been reduced to a househusband, but he’d also taken to secretly tailing Leah every time she went out, indulging in behavior so outright bizarre it could only be called creepy.
"Oh, one more thing—don’t add any ginger to the soup; Delphine doesn’t like the taste of ginger." Ignatius patted Richard Shaw’s shoulder before cheerfully concluding his walk and leaving behind the visibly annoyed scion of the illustrious Shaw family.