The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 111

Milo loved a good time, and his recommendations were always spot-on. The housekeeper he introduced was a fantastic cook. As Bianca ate, she video-called Mabel.

"Why does it look like you're losing weight?" Mabel asked, her tone filled with heartache. "Austin City is in the south, isn't it? Your face still looks so pale and drawn."

Bianca put down her fork and rested her chin on her hand. "Not at all! I've been eating like a horse lately!"

She flipped the camera to show Mabel the spread of Harbor City's signature dishes the housekeeper had prepared, looking and smelling absolutely divine.

"Grandma, don't worry. I'll take good care of myself."

Seeing the lavish meal eased Mabel's worries. "Then eat up. When I get better, I'll make your favorite zucchini pancakes and roasted lamb."

Just as the housekeeper opened the door to leave, Mathis Jagger walked right in.

"Sir, who are you?" the housekeeper called out.

But seeing his impeccable attire, imposing aura, and the bodyguards trailing behind him, she figured he wasn't a threat.

Mathis was wearing a pale gold silk shirt. The luxurious fabric only accentuated his lean, muscular build. His collar was slightly undone, revealing prominent collarbones and a glimpse of his chest.

To the housekeeper, the man was a walking beacon of testosterone.

He carried a large shopping bag filled with the collectible blind boxes Bianca loved.

Bianca turned her head, saw him, and hastily ended the video call with Mabel.

"Why are you here?" she asked, a hint of panic in her voice.

The housekeeper immediately realized they knew each other. Seeing how perfectly their faces complemented one another, the spark of gossip lit up in her eyes.

But Mathis had no intention of being a spectacle. He shot her a singular, commanding look, and the housekeeper—recognizing a man of authority when she saw one—slipped out and closed the door.

Mathis placed the bag of blind boxes on the dining table. "I came to see you," he said softly.

Those were the exact words Bianca had said to Mathis on their first day of marriage, when he had refused to eat.

Bianca didn't think it was a big deal that he remembered. The man just had a freakishly good memory.

She walked back to the dining table. Mathis tasted every dish. "I still prefer your cooking."

"I don't like serving people," Bianca replied flatly.

They didn't speak again. Bianca ate half a bowl of rice in silence before putting down her fork.

"Are you full?" Mathis asked.

"Yeah."

He didn't say another word. He just took the bowls into the kitchen and washed them with practiced ease, acting as if this were his own home.