The butler, carrying the teacup, was knocked down to the ground by Vivian, who was in a state of panic from the study, and exclaimed, "Oh!"

For a moment, the tea spilled all over the floor, but the butler didn't care about that at all and hurriedly went up and down to check if Vivian was injured, constantly showing concern:

"Madam, are you okay?" It's all my fault, all my fault."

Vivian blushed, but not because of the accident just now, but because of the cold man in the study.

That look just now... It's so different from usual!

She, fearing that the old butler might think too much, pretended to be nonchalant, with a smile that was perfectly curved, showing no sign of weakness at all, and rose from the ground herself:

"It's all right. Go ahead and do your business."

Vivian's left foot had taken a small step but pulled back, as if remembering something, she turned back.

Looking at the old butler who was picking up the pieces of black pottery, she opened her mouth slightly, her arched eyebrows knitted tightly, and after thinking for a long time, she still stopped.

The old butler had already noticed Vivian's unusual behavior out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her tense expression, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Lady today... How strange! Could it be related to the gentleman?

Thinking of this, the butler glanced again at the closed door of the study.

He turned his eyes and, taking advantage of Vivian's hesitation, said loudly, "Madam, what's the matter here?" Shall I help you?"

Vivian was startled by the butler's sudden loud voice. The butler usually spoke gently and softly. How could he be so loud today, even in front of Raymond's study!

If Raymond had heard this, he wouldn't have known how to laugh at her.

"Cough cough, butler, come with me here first."

Vivian gritted her teeth and said to the butler, though outwardly composed and still with that innate haughtiness, but in her heart she was extremely embarrassed.

To avoid Raymond, Vivian led the butler to the farthest and most secluded balcony from the study in the entire ancestral house.

The ten fingers were twisted together and then separated, repeating this process several times.

Vivian finally spoke, "Butler... You must have watched Raymond grow up, right?"

"Yes, I was at House of Steven when the gentleman was still a baby."

The old butler seemed to recall his former glory and tenderness, and there was a glimmer of water in his old eyes as he continued, "Outsiders say that the gentleman is cold and unkind. But I know he has a kind heart. If he sets his heart on someone, he will be very kind to her from the bottom of his heart. He is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You should be more tolerant of him."

Although she felt that the butler's words had a very strong subjective touch, Vivian was still somewhat touched.

To get the butler to be so sincere, Raymond must have been sincere to him, too?

But it was just a momentary wavering. She knew Raymond wasn't a bad person, but that didn't mean he was a good one.

There was plenty of time ahead, and she believed in her own judgment of people.

Vivian watched the butler recall the past like a mighty river, unable to stop, and interrupted his recollection with an apologetic tone, getting straight to the point:

"Well... Do you know what Raymond likes?

Hearing Vivian's question, the butler couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He was looking forward to it, hoping that the young couple would love each other. Seeing how much Vivian cared about her husband, he naturally put his heart at ease and praised him with all his kindness:

"The lady cares so much about the gentleman. The gentleman would surely be very happy if he knew."

"I'm his wife, of course I should care about him!" " Yes, she's just doing her job as a wife.

Vivian's back straightened up at once, her eyes wandering and not daring to look into the butler's smiling eyes.

She pursed her lips and continued to explain in a forced way: "He has helped me a lot recently, and I just want to express my gratitude."

But to the butler, it sounded like there was no silver in this place.

But he did not undermine Vivian's position. He just said, "Old servant, I understand, I understand very well. I will keep the secret for the lady." The old butler moved his eyebrows towards Vivian, and along with the furrowed folds, he had a completely "I understand your thoughts" look.

Vivian knew at a glance that the old manager must have been overthinking it.

It was infuriating that he wouldn't listen to her explanation at all.

What's so appealing about a man like Raymond?

By chance, Vivian thought of the woman who claimed to be Raymond's wife again.

Even if it was all a misunderstanding, flies don't land on seamless eggs. How did Raymond's phone end up in that woman's hands?

Thinking of this, Vivian's heart suddenly calmed down.

She just wanted to thank Raymond for his "help", nothing more.

But Vivian had no intention of arguing with the butler again, after all, he had served Raymond for many years.

If she wants to hold onto her position at House of Steven in the future, she will surely need the help of the butler.

After some thought, the pros and cons were clear, Vivian naturally tried to keep her calm.

"Butler, just tell me, what exactly does he like?" The corners of Vivian's mouth twitched slightly, and she turned her head subconsciously. There was always a feeling of being spied on. Let's finish it quickly!

"Well, well, it's really a bit hard to answer. Let me think about it."

The butler paused for a moment and said slowly, "Madam, I guess you know that Sir Has lived a life of luxury since childhood and is now in charge of House of Steven. It's not that I'm talking nonsense. For him, any rare and precious thing in the world is something that can be discarded at any time. He has everything and probably doesn't lack anything."

The butler's words were rough but true. Vivian leaned back against the white marble pillar on the balcony, looking at the large backyard of the Suzhou-style garden where the mountains and water were in harmony, the fish and insects were playing, and the birds and beasts were singing.

To have such a vast garden in this land of great value, with her meager wealth...

Vivian knew that every word the butler said was true, but now it was even more difficult.

She never liked to owe someone, let alone him.

If she couldn't solve it, she would always be burdened with a heavy burden.

There was a sudden, determined light in Vivian's dark eyes, and she clenched her fists.

Anyway, he helped her, and she should thank him both emotionally and logically. She is not the kind of woman who gets something for nothing and takes a man's favor.

Just as her mind was filled with all kinds of strange ideas, the butler spoke again.

"But." The old butler spoke like a roller coaster, sometimes high and sometimes low, not knowing if he was deliberately trying to test Vivian's mental endurance, he glanced at the kitchen and generously praised:

"The lady's cooking is excellent, though the gentleman doesn't say exactly how it tastes, he surely loves it in his heart. I raised him since he was a child, and I know his taste very well. If a lady wants to give a gift to her husband, in my opinion, nothing can compare to the meals she cooks with her heart and herself."

"Just cooking for him, wouldn't that be too cheap? It doesn't feel formal at all." "Vivian muttered to herself, confident in her craft. But as long as Raymond speaks, even a Michelin-starred chef would be willing to cook for him, wouldn't he?

"No, madam, your cooking skills are excellent, and your intentions are even better. Even a thousand gold pieces can't buy the food you cook. How could it be cheap?"

The butler kept encouraging Vivian, and as she spoke, she wavered.

"Well, then I'll listen to you. I'll go to the kitchen right now."

Vivian set off without hesitation. Her eight-centimeter black high heels stepped on the natural fossil tiles, crisp and resolute.

Her black waterfall-like hair was braided into a French low ponytail, revealing her long, fair swan neck.

From a distance, she had an air of dominance and grace that no one would suspect she was going to the battlefield, but who would have thought Vivian was going to the kitchen.