The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 363

She set down the milk and turned to leave, her back looking frail and aggrieved.

Milford stared at the glass of milk, his expression unreadable.

...

The next night, when Milford returned, he found an exquisite late-night snack on the nightstand, accompanied by a note with elegant handwriting.

[Milford, remember to eat even when work is busy. - Tamara]

He stared at the note, his expression complex.

For several days in a row, Tamara used these methods, waiting up for Milford until midnight every night.

Gloria watched all of this coldly, feeling a vague sense of unease. She spoke to Milford privately. "That woman is suddenly being so attentive. There must be something wrong. Don't be fooled by her."

Milford replied indifferently, "I know."

But Tamara's gentle offensive didn't stop. She began preparing different breakfasts for him every day. Having known him for years, she knew his taste preferences perfectly.

Gradually, Milford's attitude toward Tamara subtly shifted under her persistent soft approach. At the very least, he no longer looked at her with the same hostility he would show an enemy.

...

Late that night, in the Sherwood kitchen.

Tamara stood in front of the stove, holding a small spoon, gently stirring the steaming hangover broth in the pot. Her gaze fell on the unassuming small vial in the corner of the counter. It was the "good stuff" Zadie had given her.

Milford paused and looked back at her.

"Milford, I know you don't want to see me right now. Just drink this, and I'll go back to my own room. I won't disturb you. Just don't make me worry, okay?"

Tamara stood under the light, her hair slightly messy and her eyes red, looking pitiful.

Seeing her like that, Milford frowned. He knew that if he didn't drink it, she would find other reasons to pester him tonight.

Eventually, Milford walked back, took the bowl she offered, drank it down cleanly, and said coldly to Tamara, "Are you happy now?"

Tamara watched as he drank the broth down to the last drop. A glint of triumphant laughter flashed in her eyes.