Spoil me a Little

Jean stood in the doorway, dressed all in black, with a tube top and long pants that resembled a female assassin's attire. Her beautiful long black hair was tied neatly in a ponytail reaching her waist, and her long, dark lashes were striking, resembling those of a doll. Her stunning green eyes appeared even brighter after freshening up, and the diamond necklace around her neck shone beautifully against her smooth collarbone. With no accessories adorning her hands and legs, she looked even more breathtaking, her figure perfectly sculpted, blessed with a flat tummy. If she stood alone and held her breath without blinking, it would be easy to mistake her for a perfectly crafted doll.

Despite her stunning beauty, an air of coldness surrounded her, making her appear frightening and devoid of innocence. Jean walked to the entrance and opened the door, casting a murderous glare at the person who had been knocking.

Wendy barely managed to steady herself as she was taken aback by Jean's cold and unfriendly gaze. "Young... Young Madame is just like the Young Master! Why... why are they both so similar?" she thought in a panic, bowing her head respectfully.

"Y-Young Madame, your... your food is ready," she stammered.

Jean displayed no expression as she silently walked downstairs.

Wendy let out a sigh of relief. "At least she didn't find me dirty; my head is still safe," she thought, and immediately rushed to follow her.

...at the dining table....

An array of rich dishes was served, alongside fruits, making it clear that the table had been set for a feast. Anyone who witnessed this bountiful spread would likely assume it was prepared for a large family, difficult to believe that it was all for Jean alone.

Jean stared at the food with a blank expression, the chilling air around her making it difficult for anyone to approach.

Summoning all her courage, Wendy stepped forward after silently praying.

"Um... Young Madame, which... which dish would you like to try first?" she inquired, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jean continued to gaze at the dishes without uttering a word, not even glancing in Wendy's direction.

Wendy's mouth hung open, unsure of what to do. "Does Young Madame not like any of the food?" she wondered. "Perhaps Young Madame didn't like this morning's dishes? What would you prefer? We can prepare it for you immediately," she implored.

Jean remained silent.

"I'm done! I'm done! If Young Madame doesn't eat, the Young Master will definitely kill me," Wendy thought frantically. Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, she noticed Jean move. "Ah... She wants to eat now... my head is still safe," she sighed in relief and was about to set plates for her when she saw her only pick... a blackberry. Just one single blackberry. That wasn't all; Jean stood up and began to prepare to return to her room.

Wendy's jaw dropped, and she almost screamed out loud. "Wait, Young Madame!" She immediately blocked Jean's path with her arms spread wide open.

Jean stared at her.

"Pardon my rudeness, Young Madame, but please eat something," she pleaded, desperation in her voice.

Jean gave Wendy a side glance and raised the blackberry in her hand, waving it in front of her, indicating that she was fine with that.

Wendy managed to comprehend Jean's meaning and immediately went down on her knees. "Young Madame, please eat some food; this maid will be safe if you eat something," she bowed before her.

Jean regarded Wendy for a long moment before returning to her seat at the table.

Wendy was stunned. "Young Madame just listened to me! She didn't make things difficult for me at all! Young Madame is truly special—she's a blessing!" she celebrated inwardly. "I better serve her immediately before her mood changes," she resolved, quickly rising to set food for Jean.

"I can perceive a delightful aroma here... Have you all been notified of my arrival? That's why you welcomed me this way? I knew it; Austin is just trying to play hard to get, haha!" a female voice suddenly echoed, drawing everyone's attention.

Wendy paused and turned towards the entrance. "Why is she here?" she thought, her brows knitting together in concern.

Jean was unfazed, picking up her spoon and resuming her meal.

"Miss Stella!" a maid greeted warmly, clearly trying to announce Stella's arrival.

Standing in the entrance was a female clad in a green skirt and a white turtleneck long-sleeve cardigan. She wore green-frame heels and sported green-framed spectacles, with long, onion-colored nails and a beautiful black handbag, stylishly removing her spectacles as she entered.

"Ah... the aroma is so refreshing! Was it Austin who asked you to welcome me this way? He's so caring," Stella strolled in stylishly and headed straight to the dining room. However, as soon as she arrived, she was stunned to see the person dining comfortably, and the color drained from her face immediately.

"What do you think you are doing, Nina? The Young Madame is dining, and you dare bring someone in?" Wendy's brows knitted in annoyance as she reprimanded the maid who had announced Stella's arrival.

Stella's face grew even paler upon hearing Wendy's remark. "You've got some nerve to talk to me like that!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Wendy, don't you think you are relying too much on your new position? Hmph, do you think this doll is stable?" Nina hissed arrogantly, folding her arms across her chest.

Jean remained silent, continuing to eat without showing any expression on her face.

"You are so disrespectful! Do you realize how you just addressed the Young Madame?" Wendy shouted angrily.

Stella suddenly moved closer to Wendy and then—

Smack!

Smack!

Two soundly delivered slaps from Stella landed on Wendy's face instantly and Wendy lost her balance and fell to the ground heavily.

Jean's gaze shifted away from the food she was eating to Wendy, who was still on the floor, desperately trying to hold back her tears.