Chapter 239 - 239. Husband And Chef

Turning at the end of the room, down a corridor, they headed for an elevator that would take them to the second floor.

"Please come in, sir," said Erik after stopping his steps right in a room on the second floor.

"Is this your room?" asked Devan looking at his son.

The boy nodded, "Put me down Daddy," he said. Devan immediately obeyed his son's request.

"Tell me if you need anything, sir," Erik said right after Devan and Dave entered the room.

"I'm at the bottom," he added.

"I want a snack, may I?" said Dave suddenly, the boy was already sitting on the mini sofa in the room.

"Of course, Young Master. Wait a minute, I'll ask the Maid to bring some food here," Erik replied.

"Okay, don't take too long, Uncle," said Dave.

"Okay, Young Master. Is it still there you want?" asked Erik again.

"Nothing, Uncle. That's all," said Dave and took his father's hand.

At first glance, Devan looked at his son's room, it was not much different from the rooms in Indonesia, only this room was a little wider.

Spent several hours, Devan and Dave were still in the same room without moving an inch.

A smile etched on Devan's lips implied that the man was in a happy mood. Yes, although he couldn't deny that he still had some worries.

Glancing at the clock that was perfectly wrapped around his wrist, it was already noon.

"Honey, I am out first," said Devan to Dave.

"Okay," Dave replied, nodding.

Hearing that, Devan immediately got up from his position, stepped out of his son's room, and walked towards the elevator while watching everything that entered his view.

"Erik, what about Claire?" he asked. Yes, he headed to the first floor just to meet the man.

"Miss Claire hasn't woken up yet, sir."

"Until now?"

"Yes sir."

"So Claire doesn't have breakfast?" asked Devan a little worried.

"I didn't dare wake her up, sir. It would be a different story if Mr. Aaron was here," replied Erik.

"Hmm, I see," Devan muttered, propping his chin on one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"May I know where the kitchen is?" he asked.

"Why do you ask the kitchen, sir?"

"I want to cook."

"W-what?" Erik was shocked. He never thought before, the man in front of him would say such a thing.

"B-but sir..."

"I want to cook for lunch Claire," said Devan immediately cutting the man's words.

"Now show me where the kitchen is," Devan said turning around and looking around the room.

"Mr. Aaron would be furious if I let you do such a thing, sir."

"Is your master grumpy?" asked Devan, starting to roll up the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing to his elbows.

"No, sir. I mean, you are a guest of the Smith family. You shouldn't be doing hard work, let alone cooking. If you want something, I can ask the Maid to cook it, sir. You don't have to bother," Erik replied at length in one breath.

"Didn't you hear that I want to cook for my wife," said Devan.

Erik froze on the spot hearing the man's words. But quickly normalized his expression.

"You're just afraid Mr. Aaron will be angry, right?" asked Devan turning to face the man.

"N-no..."

"Okay, I'll ask Mr. Aaron's permission," said Devan again interrupting the man's words. He immediately contacted Aaron right then and there.

"Hello," came a male voice from the other end.

"Sorry to interrupt your time," replied Devan, the man then turned on the loudspeaker of his cellphone so that Erik could hear their conversation.

"No problem, do you need anything? Did Erik not serve you well?" Aaron asked.

"Erm, it might be said like that." And Devan's answer made Erik tense.

"Give this phone to him please, Mr. Devan. Let me talk to him," said Aaron.

"No, I contacted you for permission, Mr. Aaron," replied Devan.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to use the kitchen in your house, but Erik won't let me," Devan answered occasionally glancing at the man nearby.

Silence, no response from Aaron for a few minutes, made Devan check his cellphone screen again, thinking that the connection was lost.

"Hello," Devan said.

"Why do you want to use the kitchen sir? You can ask the Maid to cook whatever you want," Aaron responded at last.

"It's hard for me to allow you to do such trivial things, sir. I don't want the Atmadja family to sue me if you get hurt at the Smiths' house," he added.

"That's not going to happen," Devan reassured.

"Hmm, fine. If that makes you happy," Aaron finally agreed.

"Thank you, as rumors circulated. You are indeed very kind," Devan replied while slipping a compliment to the man.

"You're exaggerating, Mr. Devan. Then I'll end the call. I still have work to do."

"Okay, thanks again," replied Devan.

And after that, the connection is lost.

"You hear him, right?"

"Now take me to the kitchen," he added, shoving his cell phone back into his trouser pocket.

"All right, sir," replied Erik and started to lead the way.

Seeing Erik's arrival, the chef on duty at the house and the maids who were busy preparing lunch turned their heads.

"Mr. Erik?" said the chef, his brow furrowed faintly.

"Are you done?" asked Erik.

"A little more, sir."

"Then finish it later," said Erik when his eyes caught some of the food that had already filled several containers and was just waiting to be served.

"B-but..."

"All of you get out, and get some rest," said Erik again, and that only added to the confusion of the Chef and those with him.

Seeing everyone's response, Devan stepped forward. Equalize his position with Erik.

"I will cook for Miss Claire," said Devan.

"Oh, before. Introduce me, I'm Miss Claire's chef," he added.

Not only the chefs but Erik was also confused by Devan's words. No one knows what Devan had in mind and says something like that.

No matter how hard Erik thought, he couldn't predict Devan's attitude at all. Did not that man previously say that Miss Claire was his wife? And now, how could he say anything else? Miss Claire's chef?

"So, when are you guys going to get out of there? When I cook, I can't be bothered," said Devan breaking everyone's focus.

"You heard that right? Now do what he says. Continue later," Erik said.

"Yes sir," replied the chef, nodding his head in compliance. The others did the same.

In just a few seconds, and the kitchen was empty.

"Please use the kitchen at will, sir," said Erik.

The man just nodded, then walked into the room.