Chapter 372
“Ms. Bella said you can enter.” Steven stepped aside as if he might catch something from Justin if he got too close.
“Thank you.”
Steven scowled without hiding his resentment toward Justin. “Don’t thank me. Ms. Bella is gracious to you. If it were me, I would beat the crap out of you.”
He opened the door to the back kitchen before walking away.
After taking a long exhale, Justin stepped inside.
The KS World Hotel’s kitchen was sparkly clean, like a sterilized surgical theater, gleaming stainless steel and white.
The space was quiet, and the only thing Justin could hear was hist breathing and beating heart.
After a turn, he saw a lithe figure working behind a stainless-steel counter. The wide and tall counter made her frame tiny.
Bella took his breath away once again.
Clad in a pristine chef’s uniform with her hair tucked under a hat and her face masked, she sculpted the dough with a pair of scissors.
She was so focused on the task at hand that she did not notice his presence.
Justin’s eyes welled up as he remembered Wilma’s words.
“Young Master Justin, the dessert wasn’t bought or made by our chef. The young madam made it for you. The chef said that the young madam cooks better than him. You enjoyed it so much, but you have no idea the amount of effort the young madam put into this tiny dessert. She locked herself in the kitchen all day to make the food for you. She didn’t complain once about her body aches.”
A wave of emotions washed over Justin.
For the first time, he got to witness Bella in the kitchen. So that was how she spent her three years in the Salvador household.
She poured all her love, blood, sweat, and tears into the food, but he never once cherished or showed any appreciation for it.
He was a fool who had wiped away any affection she had left for him.
With furrowed brows, Bella sculpted the dough into shapes. She was making pastries for Ada to bring back to her mother.
It was a difficult dessert to make. It took Bella the whole afternoon just to sculpt four doughs.
“Phew! All done.”
Bella heaved a sigh of relief as she stared at her fifth sculpture. She raised her arm to wipe her sweat with her sleeve.