Chapter 9 Nineee

Victor froze in place once again, this time upon hearing what Debora had just said.

The girl he had considered immature turned out to be rude and heartless.

He wondered what their married life would be like, facing a wife who was still immature.

Debora didn't want to serve him and behaved hostilely towards him.

"Come on, quickly go there and cook, your beloved Master wants to eat again, he says he's still hungry!" Debora said, looking at the servant named Ira.

Unable to take it anymore, Victor pushed his chair back, got up from his seat, and left the dining room feeling irritated.

"Not hungry, so why go away instead? Oh, how foolish!" Debora said casually.

Meanwhile, the servant named Ira remained standing in her place.

Debora was indifferent, not paying attention to the servant, and resumed her meal.

The servant named Ira eventually returned to the back of the mansion to attend to her other duties.

Debora casually finished her lunch, and after finishing, she cleaned up her dirty plate.

After lunch and cleaning up, Debora headed to Arthur's room.

It turned out Arthur had just woken up, and upon seeing Debora, her nephew looked so happy.

He moved his hands and feet, showing how delighted he was to see Debora.

"Mom's boy, are you happy?" Debora said with a broad smile, watching Arthur becoming increasingly enthusiastic.

Debora then lifted little Arthur's body and carried him in her arms.

"Go have lunch, Nita!" Debora instructed her nephew's caretaker.

"Alright, Madam, here is Arthur's milk!" Nita said, handing a bottle of milk to Debora, which she had just prepared, and then left for lunch.

Debora took Arthur to the sofa and sat down to feed him the milk.

Arthur was so happy, eagerly drinking his bottle of milk when given by Debora.

He seemed so hungry, quickly finishing half of the milk in the bottle.

Debora smiled happily, gently caressing Arthur's head.

Ten minutes later, Arthur finished his milk.

"Smart boy!" Debora exclaimed, smiling happily and placing the empty milk bottle on the sofa table.

Debora then raised her leg onto the sofa and stretched it out.

Semi-reclined, supporting her back with the sofa arm, Debora placed little Arthur's body on her lap.

Debora started playing with Arthur, covering their faces with her hands.

She then suddenly opened her hands and said 'peek-a-boo', making Arthur giggle with joy.

The sound of the baby's laughter was so pleasant to hear, causing his tiny body to shake with laughter.

A pair of eyes that had not blinked since Arthur finished drinking his milk continued to watch the scene.

It looked so delightful and pleasing to the eyes.

The stern face that was seen earlier now appeared so happy and cheerful.

Those eyes kept watching without getting bored, as if wanting to join in the fun and play.

"Sir, why don't you come in?" a voice behind her startled the owner of those eyes.

Debora stopped her play and turned to the bedroom door upon hearing Nita's voice.

At the doorstep, Victor stood holding the door handle, with Nita behind him, about to enter the room.

"No!" Victor said, then turned and left.

Nita entered the room and closed the door behind her.