The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564 The Taste of Expectations.

Vivian lowered her head. “I’m sorry… I thought you didn’t like my cooking, so—”

“When did I ever say that?”

Cramer’s tone was sharp, though the truth was he had never tasted better meals.

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Unpracticed in showing what he felt, he straightened his posture, masking it with authority. “Tonight, I want soup.”

“Huh?”

Vivian blinked, stunned. Had Cramer just… asked her directly to cook for him?

The look in her eyes unsettled him, and he snapped, “What? Didn’t you

understand me?”

“N–no…”

“Then go.”

With that, he turned and strode upstairs. His secretary trailed after him silently, baffled. Mr. Cullinan had never spoken like that before.

Vivian stood frozen for a heartbeat, then her chest swelled with a quiet joy. He needed her. Finally.

She rushed to Eliza’s room, barely able to contain herself. “Cramer asked me to cook! He really asked me! And he even admitted I’ll be the Cullinan family’s wife someday!”

Her voice trembled with disbelief and happiness.

Eliza only shook her head, helpless at the sight of such innocence.

What a silly girl–overjoyed at a single sentence from a man.

“Are you really this happy?”

“Of course!” Vivian beamed. “Ms. Rivers, thank you. If it weren’t for you, Cramer wouldn’t see me differently now.”

But Eliza’s gaze was steady. “This isn’t enough.”

Vivian faltered. “What do you

mean?”

“You think a small change in his attitude is enough? No. Men like him–when you stay steady at

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their side, they stop valuing you. What they can’t have always weighs more than what they do.”

“I… don’t understand.”

Eliza sighed. “If you give yourself too casily, he’ll never cherish you.”

Later, when the maids relayed Cramer’s order, Vivian followed Eliza’s advice. She went to the kitchen, but this time she altered the recipe–leaving out a few seasonings. The soup was still good, but not as exquisite as before.

When it was served, Cramer’s expression softened at first, pleased. But after one sip, his brow tightened. The flavor wasn’t the same.

“Who made this?” he demanded.

“Miss Vivian herself, sir,” the maid answered quickly.

The clatter of metal shattered the air as Cramer hurled the spoon to the floor, the sound sharp enough to make the maids flinch.

Without another word, he strode out, fury in his step.

Vivian, startled, barely had time to rise before her door burst open.

He crossed the room in long strides, seizing her wrist.

“Mr. Cullinan–what are you-?” she stammered, eyes wide.

“I told you to make soup. What is it you gave me?” His voice was ice.

“I…” Vivian bit her lip. “Didn’t I already send it? I followed your order. If you’re not satisfied, then what else do you want from me?”

Her voice broke with hurt, trembling with grievance.

The sight of her like that made Cramer falter. His grip loosened, shame flickering across his face. He had gone too far.

He drew a steadying breath. “The flavor’s wrong. Do it again. Half an hour from now, I want it on my desk.”

With that, he turned and left.

Vivian exhaled shakily, pressing her wrist where his hand had gripped too hard.

From the corner, Eliza stepped into view. She had been watching all along.

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