Chapter 1208 Odd Housemates
Natalie blinked in surprise. So it’s noon?
The first thing she noticed after waking up was that her phone, watch, and jewelry were all missing; the person who brought her here had evidently discarded her belongings.
There was nothing in her room with which to tell time either. If not for the housekeeper, she would never have realized that it was noon.
She observed the villa discreetly on her way downstairs.
By the time she reached the living room, she had deduced that the villa was three stories tall, and it had three rooms on both the second and third floors.
She spied something hanging on one of the room doors on the second floor, and she knew someone else was residing in the villa.
Now I just need to figure out who owns this place!
Natalie lowered her gaze as she trailed the housekeeper into the dining room, graciously accepting the seat that the housekeeper had pulled out for her.
The housekeeper served her a plate of pasta salad.
Natalie’s gaze roved over the dining table. They had indeed served her Chanaean cuisine, all right, though it was a poor substitute to the dishes on her home soil in terms of appearance or taste.
She believed the housekeeper only recently learned how to prepare Chanaean cuisine.
But why? Does the owner of this villa enjoy Chanaean cuisine, or did they prepare this for me?
Natalie was not putting on any airs by making that assumption. She simply recalled the housekeeper’s earlier mention of her love for Chanaean cuisine.
The recollection strengthened her theory that the housekeeper had prepared Chanaean cuisine specifically for her.
After bringing all the dishes to the dining table, the housekeeper uttered, “Madam, please enjoy your food.” She took a few steps back and waited.
Natalie picked up her silverware but did not touch a thing on the table.
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