"What? You don't want to help?"
"No… In that case, I'll heat it up for you…" Daley bit her lip.
"Okay, once it's heated, bring the milk to my room." Ashley Bowen was still being blunt. 'I'm going to treat her like a servant and see if I can push her to her breaking point, force her to show her true colors.'
She turned around smugly, only to run right into a solid wall of a chest.
Yuri Sinclair was smiling faintly. He must have seen the whole bullying scene clearly.
"My wife is quite the firecracker. I like it." He praised her with a half-smile, then looked at Daley.
"This is how a man should spoil his woman—spoil her until she's completely lawless, with a temper just as terrible."
Daley smiled. "The Imperial Concubine is so fortunate."
'Fortunate? I don't feel fortunate at all! In fact, I feel like Yuri Sinclair is mocking me.'
However, she maintained a haughty expression. "If you keep heating the milk, it'll burn. Please bring it to my room."
