The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Although Fiona was really craving it, she turned her face away and pretended not to like it at all.

Ron is such a jerk!

How can I resist such temptation? I didn't eat much for dinner, and now they're putting a midnight snack in front of me in the middle of the night.

However, we must endure it.

I can't let that bastard Ron look down on me, and if I eat it myself, it proves that I like what this guy makes.

There's no way I'd admit to something like that, so I'm adamant that it absolutely cannot be known...

Gumbling—

Although she spoke lightly and did a good job of preparing her mind, her mouth was really letting her down, constantly swallowing saliva.

And his eyes, too, would constantly glance at the late-night snack in front of him...

"Not bad, very energetic. I like your stubbornness."

After saying this, Ron ignored Fiona and began to drink the wine from the barrel.

Ron felt that drinking from a barrel while holding a wine barrel was more manly than drinking from a wine glass. This bold and unrestrained feeling made him feel as if he were on a battlefield, riding a black horse, holding a wine barrel, and drinking fine wine under the moonlight. How carefree he felt!

The wine was delicious, and the women around me were truly beautiful.

Ron absolutely adores those thick black pantyhose; they look so good on him.

"Madam, the maid isn't just being stubborn, the maid simply doesn't like it..."

At this moment, Fiona felt her mind go blank, her heart was in turmoil, she was worried that eating would make her look down on, and that her inner thoughts would be known.

I'm so hungry if I don't eat; my taste buds and stomach are practically waiting, and I'm constantly swallowing my saliva...

That bastard Ron, why did he have to become a stumbling block on my weight loss journey?

What a jerk! He's supposed to be on a diet and can't eat at night.

They even brought the late-night snack right in front of me, less than ten centimeters away...

We can't just stand by and watch...

I can't take it anymore~

I won't eat it, but I can at least lick it a few times. That way, I can satisfy my craving without gaining weight from eating too much.

Reasonable!!!

Thinking of this, Fiona swallowed hard and slowly approached...

Chapter 205 The slutty maid loves to eat midnight snacks! Fiona is injured again!

"Fiona, didn't you say you didn't eat late-night snacks because you were afraid of gaining weight?"

Looking at his disgraceful maid, Ron's lips couldn't help but curl upwards little by little:

"What, now you're eating even though you're not afraid of gaining weight?"

I have to say, my maid's expression and demeanor at this moment are just amazing.

Her delicate body swayed gently in the flickering candlelight, her expression charming and captivating, making one linger.

"The maid didn't eat anything. Didn't you see I didn't swallow a single bite? It didn't even go into my stomach. How can that be considered eating?"

Fiona licked her pink tongue, but she didn't actually eat the dinner meat. She just licked it a few times, enjoying the delicious toppings and spices on the surface, without actually eating the food itself.

Ron is such a bastard.

The food is so delicious; even the toppings on top are fragrant and appetizing.

I really want to take a bite and eat this whole huge portion of meat for dinner...

"Fiona, I'm ordering you to finish this midnight snack, or you'll be punished."

Seeing his maid's cautious and patient manner, Ron found it amusing and gave her a way out.

"Master, Master is so good... no, Master is such a jerk, always ordering the maid around like that~"

Upon hearing the man's words, Fiona's eyes lit up immediately. In her excitement, she almost blurted out what was on her mind, but thankfully she realized her mistake and changed her mind.

"Since this bastard master has given the order, this maid has no intention of being punished. So, I'll reluctantly eat all the awful midnight snack that master made."

After saying that, Fiona licked her lips, eagerly picked up her knife, forked a large piece of dinner meat, and put it into her mouth.

All of this was done smoothly and effortlessly, without any trace of artifice.

uh~

It's delicious!

Although the owner is awful and a bit of a pervert, I have to admit that his cooking skills have improved tremendously.

It tastes much better than what those chefs make. I wish I could eat what my master makes every day.

But, but, the owner is so busy, how could they possibly cook every day?

However, you can't show that you like it; you have to hate it and despise it.

Otherwise, that Ron guy will definitely push his luck and ask for more.

"Look at how much you're enjoying your food, you don't seem to be being forced at all."

Looking at his maid's adorable appearance, Ron's lips curled into a wide smile.

Well, as a cooking enthusiast, he gets immense satisfaction from seeing diners enjoying his food and showing happy, contented expressions.

Especially his own lousy maid, who always seems to be disgusted but keeps talking nonstop, is quite amusing.

She's all talk and no action; she clearly dislikes it, but her actions betray her feelings—that perfectly describes Fiona right now.

"Tch~ You bastard master, please don't have any ridiculous fantasies. The maid just wants to finish this quickly and eat this awful stuff as soon as possible. How could she possibly like it~"

Fiona licked her lips, gave the man behind her a disgusted look, then picked up her knife, forked a piece, and put it in her mouth.

That bastard Ron really dares to dream big.

I clearly don't like it at all.

"Hmm~ I think it's Master who likes the maid's brewed liquor. He's already drunk almost half a barrel. Honestly, the maid won't brew any more next time..."

Watching the man behind her drinking so heartily, Fiona felt inexplicably excited for some reason.

She seems to really like men like that.

Ron, that guy, is usually very hateful and bad.

But he looks quite handsome drinking now.

Moreover, he was incredibly domineering, grabbing a huge barrel of liquor and chugging it down his throat, displaying an astonishing capacity for alcohol and a carefree demeanor.

Master~~~

Gumbling—

Fiona couldn't help but swallow, her delicate body trembling slightly. Her mind went blank, as if she had entered some strange emotion from which she couldn't extricate herself...

I love my owner the most~

"Of course I like it, but I've already had enough to drink, and I'll get drunk if I drink any more."

After Ron gulped down the last mouthful of wine, he put the barrel down, then wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist and pulled her towards him.

I have to say, thick black pantyhose are really great.

It looks amazing, and the texture is incredibly smooth and silky.

"You bastard master, what... what do you want to do?!"

Fiona, who was suddenly pulled into the man's arms, immediately put down her knife, wiped her mouth, and looked at the man in front of her with disgust.

Despite her inner turmoil and her heart pounding wildly, she pretended to be disgusted.

"You mean you?"

Ron licked his lips, looking smugly at the girl in front of him with rosy cheeks who was looking at him like he was a scumbag.

"The maid wouldn't know."

With a sense of unease, Fiona wanted to look at them with disdain, but at that moment she felt unbearably shy and almost too embarrassed to look.

That bastard owner is so cunning, staring at me with such burning eyes, so brazenly.

How could I possibly answer that?

Even if I knew the correct answer, I wouldn't answer...

"Why are you sitting so far away from me? Come a little closer."

Looking at his own wretched maid, who seemed to be getting further and further away, Ron pinched her slender and soft waist and said with a smile.

"No way! Master is such a jerk, how could he possibly sit here?"

Fiona frowned and gave the man in front of her a disdainful look.

Despite outwardly feigning composure, his heart was pounding wildly inside.

Her delicate body trembled slightly in the candlelight, too shy to look at the man before her.