Chapter 15

Cindy spent a full four hours bustling in the kitchen. Finally, she looked at the three dishes and a soup on the table and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Accidentally she tugged her wound and let out a painful "ouch."

To be honest, this was her first time cooking. Before her parents passed away, she was the princess they doted on. They would even feed her water by hand.

After marrying into the Gilson family, although her status couldn't compare to before, she was still the young hostess and didn't need to cook for herself.

So, she had no culinary skills to speak of. Today, she used all her abilities to prepare this meal, and despite her efforts, she still ended up with several cuts on her fingers.

Though it hurt, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Cindy gently blew on the wound, removed the damp band-aid, and replaced it with a dry one. She glanced at the wall clock; it was already half past seven. Trevon should be back soon.

It snowed outside, accompanied by a chilling gust of wind.

She sat back in the dining room and took out her p***e to browse Twitter. It seemed that the article only gained high popularity in the headlines and didn't appear on Twitter. Perhaps Cristopher and the others had dealt with it.

The heating inside the house was ample. Cindy waited and waited until she dozed off on the table.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she was startled awake by the sound of tree branches snapping under the weight of accumulated snow.

She quickly stood up and looked towards the door.

The night was pitch black, and the entire villa was engulfed in silence.

The time on her p***e showed it was already 10 o'clock at night.

Trevon hadn't returned.

Cindy's bright eyes gradually dimmed. She sat back down, silently staring at the long-cold food and soup in front of her for a while.

Trevon chose Annie.

The Austen family chose her.

They all had a choice, but she didn't...

Cindy hugged her head, massaging her stiff scalp, trying to restrain herself, to stay calm and not break down.

This method seemed to work, and after a while, she stopped and picked up her p***e to call Elle.

After the call, she got up and took out all the apples from the refrigerator, placing them on the table. Then, she grabbed a fruit knife and started peeling the apples.

This was also her first time.

Inevitably, she cut herself a few times, with one wound overlapping another, bleeding profusely and looking eerie.

But Cindy was completely unaware of it. She specifically chose large, red apples to peel, aiming for a smooth and perfect finish without any flaws.

Only when a small mountain of a***e peels accumulated on the dining table did she finally reveal a satisfied smile at her creation.

However, she didn't take a bite. Instead, she threw the food and dishes on the table into the trash bin.

...

Cindy slept until after nine o'clock in the morning.

Sufficient sleep ensured her fair and flawless skin.

She applied an exquisite makeup, curled her brown hair into big waves, and then chose a wine-red dress from her wardrobe. She still paired it with a classic coat, appearing both dazzling and dignified.

It was her usual style, except today she deliberately applied a bright red lipstick on her lips.

The bright red gave off a sense of grandeur and had a traditional, noble meaning.

After finishing everything, Cindy put on sunglasses and stepped out of the house, getting into the car driven by Elle.

Elle looked at Cindy through the rearview mirror, awestruck. "Mrs. Gilson, do you know what I think every time I see you?"

Cindy smiled and asked, "What?"

When she smiled, her crescent-shaped eyes became even more beautiful, radiating sweetness.

Elle clicked her tongue. "You're like the sun in the sky, warm and dazzling. I know I'll be burned to ashes if I get too close, but I can't help but want to get closer to you, absorb your energy, and bask in the light you emit."

Cindy was amused by her description. "I'm not as great as you make me out to be."