The big gate leading to the dining hall was opened by a uniformed male servant. Angela's jaw dropped at the sight of the room. A glamorous dining table was a sight to behold. It was set with the finest silverware, crystal glasses, and delicate china. The tablecloth was a deep, rich red, and the centerpiece was a magnificent arrangement of exotic flowers. The feast that was laid out on the table was truly a sight to behold. There were roasted meats of all kinds, fresh fruits and vegetables, and delicate pastries. An endless line of servants were standing silently in the background. They were all dressed in crisp, white uniforms, and they stood with perfect posture. They slightly bowed their heads as Antonio and Angela made their entrance. Angela stood awestruck by the grandeur of it all. She had never seen such a lavish display, and she could not help but feel a little bit in awe of it all. “Wow”. She gasped beneath her breath. “This way young mistress”. The maid assigned to her gestured. Angela smiled awkwardly and walked towards the position, the maid pulled out the chair for her and she settled down on it. Angela felt a bit awkward by the foreign royal-like treatment given to her. “Thanks”. She mumbled. Antonio sat opposite her, his eyes never left Angela as though they were cursed to be on her always. Suddenly, one of the servants stepped forward and cleared his throat. "My lady," he said, his voice soft and respectful. "May I be of service?" Angela turned to face the servant, slightly startled by the sudden interruption. Not only was he good looking but his smile made her face flustered. "Yes, please," she said, her voice wavering slightly. Antonio smirked and thought. She blush easily for her age, could it be love at first sight? And what’s so special about that servant boy? I guess I will never understand people of low birth. The servant approached the table and began to remove the lids from the serving dishes, one by one. “Wow!” Angela's eyes glisten like a cat's, unaware of her surroundings she clapped her hands tiny in joy. Antonio tilted his head to the side like a parrot trying to study her. “Never seen anyone that excited for a meal, maybe the doctor was right about the malnutrition”. The aromas of the food wafted through the air, and Angela’s mouth began to water. She could feel her tummy worms reacting to the aroma too. She had never seen such a feast, and she was not sure where to begin. She took a drink from the table, Antonio was still watching her intensely while Angela was living in her own world. "I know you want him." Angela looked up and froze in confusion, the pasta in her chopstick almost waiting to be devoured by her wide-opened mouth. Angela's eyes went sideways then back to him. “Excuse me?” “The poor servant boy, you were drooling over him, bravo Freckles good taste”.. “You have issues”. Angela dismissed him and dived into the food. Antonio felt a nerve kicked in him after her shut down to that topic, maybe he shouldn’t have asked her that, so what if she is interested in that low life? Antonio rolled his eyes in annoyance to his childish reaction and licked his lips. “Just to inform you”. He fielded his hands and continued, “I will happily share you with him, let’s call it a threesome how about that, but since he is of a low birth, I am afraid it’s a plague to associate”. “What the hell are you talking about, don’t you have anything else to think except from filling your head with delusional nonsense about every woman wanting to fuck you? I demand an apology for the harassment back then”. She snapped between mouthfuls. He smiled calmly. “Every woman does want to fuck me, you are the one being delusional here Freckles, now eat, you need it. You can't be passing out every time”. “The name is Angela, Angela!” “I choose to call you whatever”. “And don't talk to me as an object you own, that will be the last time you will get a chance to lay a finger on me”. She replied and stuffed her mouth with the foods. The maids by the extreme away from the statue-like servants in the dining hall, stole glances at each other. “Wow..how can she talk to him like that?” One whispered. “He is going to kill her this night”. Another added. “There must be a reason why he is so patient with her, she doesn't fear him at all. What if he is really in love with her?” The first added. “It can't be..young master we all know he is just trying to please his grandma, if there's anyone worthy it should be the model”. Another replied. “Which one them he had like 23 models”. A third person added. “The red hair one?” The second speaker whispered. “Shhh, he looked over here”. One snapped at them, they all went mute with head bowed. Antonio returned his gaze at Angela. “Your family called, your brother to be specific “. Angela looked up at him with anxious eyes. The maid assigned to her came with her phone and gave her with her head bowed. “Thanks”. Angela muttered, she swiped and found on her screen. 23 missed calls! “Well..” Antonio cuts into her thoughts, she looked up at him. “He wanted to know if you are alright, I told him you are with me, and he was relieved.” Antonio saw the relief on Angela’s face too. “He must be stressed out and worried, I left him all alone with the twins”. She whined and angrily stuffed a prawn into her mouth. “He sounded so good”. Angela looked up at him questionably. “Huh?” “Twink”. He smirked. Angela arched her brows tightly. “He is a minor, don’t you dare think about him in that manner, he likes girls!” “How sure are you? He sounds like he has already thought about me in that manner, he was fanboying hard when I answered the call, I don’t think you know him very well, boys like him kneel down in front of me and sing with my cock”. Angela stood up and slammed her hands hard on the table in rage. “Ughhh! I hate you! You are disgusting!” “Tell me something I don't know”. He tilted his head to the other side.