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Chapter 41

Irene's P.O.V.

I glanced at Damian who dropped the frozen chicken in the bowl as he muttered. "Make for two." I stared at him in utter disbelief because how could he tell me to make for two when he knows that boiling water is difficult for me?

I squeezed my eyes shut, running my hands through my hair frustratedly as I heaved out an exasperated sigh. "He must be kidding me! I am going crazy at the moment" I scuffled through my hair, hissing multiple times as I stared at the bowl.

How in the world was I supposed to make waffles and chicken? I bit my lower lip, passing through the back door in a bid to seek the help of some maids but whenever I called them, the only thing they did was scowl and sneer at me. Some even labeled me a murderer, claiming that I was the one responsible for Lily's death since she died in the room I was given at the slave quarters.

Stressed out already, I walked back to the kitchen only to meet Damian in the kitchen already while pouring flour into a b