Jacob wanted to ask where Sara had gone, but Alice was by his side. He couldn't ask directly. No matter how unruly he was, he had proper limits for speech. He didn't want to offend both sides.
On the table, Alice had some egg custard and curled her lips. "Why is there no salt?"
Winnie hurried forward and said, "It's impossible. I put salt in it."
"I don't think so. Have a taste, Jacob."
Then she scooped up a spoonful of egg custard for Jacob. Jacob tasted it and said, "It tastes salty."
Alice explained, "Maybe I prefer salty food."
Winnie hurriedly said, "These dishes are made according to the tastes of Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Sara. She said more salt in fried vegetables is not good for health. So I didn't add too much salt. "
Alice suddenly put down the bowl and said, "I don't want eat anymore, it's tasteless. I can't eat any more. "
Embarrassed, Winnie stood still. Jacob said politely, "Winnie, please cook two more dishes. Add more salt."
Alice smiled happily and picked up some food for Jacob. She just didn't like Winnie calling Mrs. Sara.
Sara was a past tense. As a servant, how could she can't tell the situation clearly?
Winnie stood up and went into the kitchen, depressed. Mr. Jacob had never treated her like this. Why did this woman flatter him into a good temper? She could imagine how wronged Sara felt Winnie sighed, and then cooked two dishes for Alice.
After two bites, Alice stopped eating and said that she would gain weight if she ate too much at night.
Winnie cleaned up the table and said nothing. She only felt that the woman in front of her was extremely noisy.
After dinner, Alice held Jacob's hand and whispered in his ear as if she was hanging on his body, "I'm going to take a shower first. See you later."
Jacob nodded and began to work with his computer on the sofa. His hands were typing on the keyboard, but he was very annoyed. The light in Sara's room was on in the upstairs, but he didn't see her come out from the beginning to the end.
Jacob looked at the lighted in Sara's room upstairs. It was so close, but so far away. The distance between their hearts was many times greater than the actual distance.
A feeling of not being taken seriously by Sara lingered in Jacob's mind. All the unhappiness that had happened in the past seemed to disappear in an instant. Was this the final end of the three? But why? Jacob had never thought of announcing the divorce to the outside world. No matter how insinuating Alice was to get married, he was unmoved.
There were some things that would be interesting if you took the initiative. She was too passive to make people happy. Sure enough, she still liked to conquer, not to save.
Alice came out of the bathroom with her hair still wet. She only wore a bathrobe.
It was obvious that the atmosphere was ambiguous. "Go to take a shower. I'll wait for you in our room."
When Jacob finished his shower, Alice had dried her hair. She even sprayed perfume on her body. With misty eyes, Alice held Jacob in her arms, enchanting. Jacob held Alice to the bedroom bed. There was only one wall between them. On one side was an empty room, and on the other side was infinite spring. For a moment, it was clear whether he loved her or not. The villa had a good sound insulation effect. Of course, Sara didn't know how ambiguous the next room was, and she didn't want to think about it.
She didn't expect that Jacob would humiliate her like this and wouldn't let her go, however, he came back with a woman. The three lived under the same roof. What he wanted was just to humiliate Sara.
It was more unacceptable to be insulted openly than in the dark. Even though Jacob didn't say anything, the moment he brought Alice back to the villa, Sara's fantasy on him was completely shattered. She couldn't ignore this direct insult from him.
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