Chapter 9 Being Set Up

"Do you think I'm in the mood to act like a housewife with you?

Will you pay me a talent fee for doing so? I was waiting for you the whole day to ask you something. Have you given up on the idea of staying married to me? Because it seemed you wanted to starve me to death instead," Bonnie said rather irately.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Gavin had already walked past the angry Bonnie. But when he heard she had not eaten yet, he stopped and turned to her sharply. He looked at the maids for an explanation and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

The maids lowered their heads and subtly winked at each other. No one dared to say anything.

"Who dared to treat me harshly without your permission?"

Bonnie couldn't see Gavin's expression, only his back. She thought he was only acting like he didn't know any better so she said sourly, "If you have time to blame the maids, maybe you could just make it clear to them whether or not they should offer me food."

Gavin looked at his servants and took a deep breath. He turned to face Bonnie. There was an incomprehensible expression on his face that Bonnie didn't know how to read.

"Starting from tomorrow, you can tell the servants if you are hungry. If they don't offer you food, you can come to me." A playful smile appeared on Gavin's face. "I would feed even my pet dog when it gets hungry, let alone a person, right?"

After saying that, Gavin left Bonnie and the flustered maids in the living room.

He went straight to his study. The sound of the heavy oak door shutting signaled the separation of the two worlds.

Downstairs, Bonnie chose to ignore Gavin's last remark. She watched the closed door of the study before she turned towards the maids. "Well, you've heard your master. Now I'm hungry. Go and cook for me."

It didn't matter what Gavin said or what the servants thought of her.

For Bonnie, her only goal right now was to live well. She had to take good care of herself so she could escape her current predicament. If she couldn't even feed herself, how could she have energy to fight for her future?

"Oh, and by the way, I don't eat coriander, green pepper, ginger, or spicy food." After that, Bonnie waved at the angry maids and went to her room upstairs with a satisfied smile.

What Bonnie didn't see were how the maids smiled smugly when they saw her enter the main bedroom.

"Did she really think she's the mistress of the house?"

"Will Mr. Zhuo throw her out of the main bedroom later?"

"Who took her to the master bedroom? That's evil! Ha ha!"

The maids all laughed at Bonnie. Soon, the living room quieted down.

After eating the dinner sent by the maids, Bonnie lounged on the couch inside the master bedroom. She was too tired to even smile. She lay on her side, her cheek on her arm. Her long and curly eyelashes were kissing her cheeks as they half drooped in exhaustion. The faint dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than ever.

"When can I file for a divorce?" She absentmindedly touched the wound on her forehead. She murmured to herself, "This man is insane. He will torture me to death sooner or later."

Crack!

It was the sound of the bedroom door opening. Without looking, Bonnie knew it could only be one person.

"Why are you here?" Gavin boomed as he saw Bonnie lying on the couch. His face darkened.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Bonnie asked in confusion.

As soon as she arrived, the butler led her directly to the master's bedroom. With Gavin's dark expression, she thought to herself, 'Did they set me up?'