Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: His kitchen was under threat

After waking up from his nap, Leo had his snacks and went to his study.

But instead of focusing on the book in front of him, the boy seemed lost in thought.

"Are you having trouble studying, young master? Should I inform your teacher?" Butler Rupert asked, noticing his distraction.

Studying wasn’t something Leo particularly enjoyed, but he was never careless about it either. Seeing him sit there, staring at the book without turning a page, made Rupert wonder if he was still thinking about what had happened at school.

Leo blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, and looked at Rupert with a small pout.

"Butler Rupert... do you think Mom knows how to cook?" he suddenly asked.

The question caught the old man off guard.

He tilted his head, scratching it thoughtfully. "That’s... a difficult question to answer, young master. But if you’d like, I can ask Madam—"

"No!" Leo quickly shook his head. "I don’t want her to think I’m being demanding."

Rupert frowned in confusion. "But you haven’t demanded anything yet, young master. So how would that be a problem?"

Leo paused.

Then his shoulders slumped, and sadness quietly settled on his face.

"I know... but a part of me wants her to pack my lunch. You know... the kind with those fancy cartoon shapes and decorations."

Rupert’s expression changed instantly.

"Young master, don’t you like the food I prepare? Is it not to your taste? Should I change it? Just tell me—I’ll make it exactly how you like," he said, slightly panicked.

"No, no, no, Butler Rupert!" Leo said quickly, his eyes lighting up as he gave him a thumbs-up. "I love your food. It’s the best."

But as quickly as his smile appeared, it faded again.

"But... I want Mommy to pack my lunch... just like my friends’ moms do for them. They say their moms always know what they like."

Leo had grown up surrounded only by his father’s love, unaware of what it meant to have a mother figure.

But after starting school, he began noticing things—

How his friends’ mothers played with them, took them to the park, told them bedtime stories... and even hugged them to sleep.

At first, Leo had thought he didn’t need any of that.

His father’s love had always been enough.

But slowly, seeing how happy his friends were with both their parents...

a quiet longing had taken root in his heart.

Rupert stood there, speechless, his heart aching at the sight of the boy’s sadness.

He immediately made up his mind—

If that was what would make Leo happy, then he would learn it himself. Cartoon lunches, decorations... whatever it took.

While Rupert was already planning how to make it happen—

Ivy stood silently behind the door, having heard everything.

She remained there for a moment, unmoving.

Then quietly... she turned and walked away, choosing not to step inside.

***

[Kitchen Area]

"Oh my God... what is Madam doing in the kitchen?!"

Gasps spread like wildfire as every member of the kitchen staff peeked inside, whispering among themselves like they had just witnessed a rare celestial event.

Meanwhile, the head chef stood frozen in front of Ivy, looking like his entire career was flashing before his eyes.

"Madam... did I do something wrong?" James asked, his voice trembling. "If I did, please tell me. I’ll fix it I promise!"

He had been in charge of the kitchen ever since Ivy arrived, serving nothing but flawless meals. The man took immense pride in his work.

Which is exactly why this situation felt like the end of the world.

Ivy sighed softly, already sensing the chaos she had unintentionally caused.

...That escalated quickly.

Let’s... survive basic cooking first.

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