I'll Teach You, Marianne.

confused by Anne who refused all the food they made. This made everyone even more convinced that the madam was still angry with what happened this afternoon. Erick, Alice, and Nicholas only dared to look at Anne from a distance. The three of them kept their distance from the mistress on Luis' suggestion.

Jack, who had just finished taking a shower, looked confused when he couldn't find Anne. With a small towel still around his neck. Jack went out of his room to look for his wife.

"Where's my wife, Luis?" Jack asked softly to Luis who was playing with Christian in the lounge on the second floor. Christian who didn't want to sleep yet chose to play with Luis.

"I saw the madam come down to the first floor, sir."

"Okay."

Jack immediately quickened his steps towards the first floor to look for Anne. His eyebrows were raised when he saw the maids and chefs gathered together near the kitchen. Out of curiosity, Jack then approached them to find out what happened.

"What are you doing?" Jack's baritone voice shocked the 20 or so people gathered.

They then turned towards the source of the voice timidly.

"Why are you guys gathered in this place?" Jack asked again.

"T-that, Master..."

Jack immediately frowned. "What is it?"

Noticing the master's elevated manner of speech, all the waiters and cooks slowly formed two smaller groups, giving Jack access to see what they were looking at.

"What exactly are you guys...."

Jack's words stopped as his eyes widened when he saw what Anne was doing right now in front of her. It was clear before his eyes that Anne was wearing a pink apron and a chef's hat that had the same color in the kitchen. Jack could now even hear Anne's hum, damn it. Anne sang while cooking in the kitchen when she refused all the food previously prepared by all the chefs.

With quick steps, Jack went straight to Anne, who had just poured the batter on the non-stick pan. Jack could smell the vanilla scent when he was closer to Anne.

"What are you doing, honey?"

Anne, who was waiting for her vanilla pancake to be cooked, immediately turned to Jack with a sparkling face. "Make dinner for us."

"Make dinner." Jack repeated Anne's words quietly, his eyes staring at the table which was already full of some of Anne's homemade food.

"Yes," replied Anne cheerfully, turning her attention back to the stove and starting to flip the vanilla pancake very skillfully.

"So beautiful." Anne screamed loudly when she saw the pancakes were perfectly cooked. The golden brown color of the pancakes made anyone tempted, including Jack. Anne was indeed adept at making various desserts and Jack had known this for several years.

Because the pancakes were cooked, Anne then lifted them and placed them carefully on the plate she had prepared earlier. After making sure the pancakes landed perfectly on the plate, Anne then poured another spoonful of batter onto the pan with the same technique as before. Even though she was not a pastry chef, Anne's pancakes look perfect, the color and thickness of the pancakes made all food lovers sure to be tempted.

Anne's sharp eyes immediately caught the movement of Jack's hand that wanted to touch her homemade pancakes. "How dare you touch my pancakes!"

The movement of Jack's hand immediately stopped in midair when he heard Anne's words.

"Can't I just try a little?" Jack asked hoarsely.

Anne immediately shook her head. "No, not now. When it's all done, you can try it."

"But I can't wait, babe. The smell of all this food is so ..."

"Patience or not eating at all?" said Anne curtly giving Jack a difficult choice.

Jack's face immediately changed, like a child who was forbidden to touch his toy. Jack immediately sat on a chair and folded his arms on the table, looking sadly at Anne who was also staring at him without blinking.

Seeing Jack sitting quietly Anne smiled faintly, that no one could notice. After making sure her pancakes were safe, Anne was busy getting back to work. Anne hummed the melody of a classic song, she really, really enjoying her activities tonight.

After almost fifteen minutes, all the pancake batter was gone, replaced by dozens of beautiful pancakes that were piling up on the plate. The fragrant aroma of the pancakes spread throughout the room on the first floor, even Erick, Alice and Nicholas who previously stood a bit far from the kitchen were now behind Jack as well as all the professional chefs and maids that Jack employed in his mansion.

The smell of Anne's food made everyone tempted. Anne herself had also enjoyed a pancake while making the sauces for her pancakes.

"Okay, I'm done," Anne shrieked cheerfully when she saw the three kinds of sauce she had made, even now in front of her, about 25 plates were neatly lined up with one and a half pancakes.

"Okay, please take this plate one by one and take the sauce you want," said Anne quietly to everyone in front of her with a smile.

"Can we eat these pancakes, Madam?"

"Are you serious, Madam?"

"Won't we get scolded like Master, Madam?"

"This isn't a prank is it?"

The maids immediately gave Anne a series questions, they could not believe they were allowed to eat the pancakes.

"Sure, I did make them to be eaten, not to be put in the museum," replied Anne quietly, licking her hand which still had some whipped cream left over. 

Bang!

An invisible thunderbolt hit Jack's chest when he saw what Anne was doing. Since Anne was found out to be pregnant, Jack had never touched her. Jack's faith was really tested during Anne's pregnancy this time, but when he saw what Anne was doing, Jack was not calm. His cold sweat immediately poured out. Even though he had managed to suppress his desire for 3 years but this time Jack couldn't. Anne really made it impossible for him to last long. Suddenly, Jack's desire to enjoy the pancakes changed. All he wanted now was Anne, only Anne. He needed to quench his thirst and hunger that had tormented him so much.

When everyone was queuing up to take their pancakes, Jack got down from the chair he had been sitting in for the last twenty minutes and walked over to Anne, who was smiling at the behavior of all the maids and waiters in front of her. Anne's most perfect happiness was seeing the food she made was liked by many people. It was like going back seven years when she still owned the coffee shop.

"Why are you here? You don't want to eat those pancakes?" asked Anne confusedly at Jack who was already standing in front of her with an indescribable look.

Instead of answering his wife's question, Jack lowered his head and approached Anne's ear. "I want to eat you, babe. I haven't felt your warmth in a long time," Jack answered hoarsely, the heat from his breath landed on Anne's open neck. Oh God, Anne, your lion is starving.

To be continued