Ms. Muffin

"You need to hurry! Young master is about to kill himself," a maid jabbered and Ivy's eyes widened as she hastily left her bed, she ran out of the room and the maids led her to the kitchen. Her heart was pounding like a brand new drum set as fear gripped her soul - tightly, the fact that her marriage was going to get dissolved in a month didn't mean that she'd like to be a widow.. not when he started playing the 'mr nice' card.

The fear in her heart dissipated and utter bewilderment replaced it immediately, the scene in her head was that he wanted to use a knife to slit his throat because of what happened the previous night or maybe something more personal. But Ian's suicide mission was cooking for his wife, the once enormous and mystifying kitchen was now comparable to a disgusting cave filled with broken eggs, spilled oil, shredded beef, burnt pork and the man who was about to blow up his kitchen.

Ivy ran to switch off the hot plate and Ian let out a deep sigh, he was struggling to fry a perfect pancake which was specifically getting roasted. The maids shut the door but still stood in front of it to eavesdrop on their conversation. Carlos has been busy with the gardeners so he gave the week's indoor duties to the head maid who was busy with making sure that pests were exterminated, this meant that they had extra time to eavesdrop until the world ended.

Ivy folded her hands and looked at him with a pout - waiting for his explanation. Ian was suddenly uncomfortable, he stared at the ceiling and at the floor and scratched the back of his neck. He didn't have any excuse, the entire kitchen was a mess and he wasn't left out, his face was stained with flour and his jeans with oil.

"Morning, did you sleep well?"he asked, feigning a smile and opening his hands to embrace her but she pushed him away.

The maids in charge of making breakfast woke up as early as possible to do what they were paid to do but when they arrived they saw Ian in the kitchen. Sadly, their high hopes and expectations that he could cook food as good as his face were crushed when he finished watching the twentieth tutorial in the kitchen. He spent all night with his eyes glued to his laptop while watching several cooking shows and tutorials on YouTube.

He had zero experience of the kitchen work since he was born and fed with a golden spoon in his mouth and also bathed with diamonds and rubies. Despite being loaded and empowered with an unbeatable brain power, he couldn't comprehend anything in the videos and ended up ruining the meal.

Ivy picked up a napkin to start cleaning but he held her hand. "I'll do it,"he offered but she refused and they ended up fighting for the napkin. Ivy's hand accidentally touched the gooseneck holder his phone was in and his phone fell into the pan still filled with hot oil, he ignorantly dipped his hand inside in a haste and ended up getting burnt.

Although he acted normally like nothing happened to him but mourned the death of his phone, Ivy wanted to help him out but he turned down her offer.

....

"What is going on here?" Carlos asked and the maids shuddered immediately.

"The young master and his wife,they-"

"Get back to work.. immediately,"he ordered, cutting a maid off and the others ran for their lives and for the sake of their jobs.

Carlos opened the door to see Ian and Ivy running round the kitchen, he plainly refused to let her see the burn but she was very curious and offered him her help which he turned down.

"Aheem," Carlos cleared his throat and they stopped.

"Hi, Carlos," Ian said, smiling and hiding his injured hand behind him.

"I see, you've done a marvelous job, young master," Carlos commented, examining the ruined kitchen. He clapped his hands twice and two maids ran inside to start cleaning up the kitchen.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Carlos asked but Ian laughed with his hand still at the back.

"No,no,"

"But why is Mrs. Kim carrying a first aid kit?" He questioned and Ivy pulled Ian's hand from his back. "Oh my! You need to treat it fast,that could leave a scar," Carlos added and Ivy smiled at Ian mischievously.

After a few seconds of consideration, Ian decided to give in, Ivy led him to the bathroom in her bedroom because it was closer. She tied her hair, switched on the tap and notified him to place his injured hand under the running water. He didn't say anything but obeyed her command, Ivy leaned on the toilet wall and watched him carefully.

A few memories of how some individuals at the orphanage treated her burns after the fire she almost died in made her realize that she hadn't seen them for ages, she wondered if Ian would let her go and she asked herself how she planned on asking him. It was the weekend so Niel and Jacob were still sleeping and Ian kept imagining how his meeting would go.

"How long is this going to take?"

"Ten minutes,"she typed, since she was in her room she got a hold of her device when they came in.

While the water reminded Ivy of her childhood, Ian recalled the previous night when she walked into his room and stripped in front of him, he laughed as he remembered and Ivy looked at him with a raised brow before she finally switched off the faucet.

They left the bathroom and sat on the bed whilst Ivy nursed his injury, she picked up a can of petroleum jelly but halted when she wanted to apply it and stretched her hand to reach under the pillow, her once empty hand took out a small box of muffins and she gave him one. Ian's brows were raised in curiosity, why was a box of muffins under her pillow?