"No." Emily bluntly answered. The audacity of his fiancée wanting her to cook for her after insulting her in the living room was beyond belief.

"I know you must be angry about what happened when you were under the bed, but you have to understand that..." Mr. Vincent was still talking, and Emily interrupted him.

"I'm not angry because of that. Why would I be angry at two adults making love? Cooking noodles for her will be a waste. Or do you think she can eat food cooked by a shameless maggot?"

"What are you saying?" Mr. Vincent asked in confusion.

"She called me a shameless maggot and hijacked the...