After Yura left, I began to reflect on my day, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having successfully completed my first task as the new chef of the house. Quickly, the servants arrived to clear the table, and then they went to do the dishes, which was convenient for me as it meant I only had to focus on cooking.
I made my way back to my room, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a stressful morning, but I was glad that I had been able to fulfill my duties as Yura's wife and the new chef of the house.
As I settled into bed, I couldn't help but think about the conversation I had had with the system earlier. The idea of going through a Sensitivity Period was daunting, but I knew that I would have to learn to control my pheromones if I wanted to fit in in this world, especially now that I was married to an omega.
[Host, your favorability with Yura has increased by +3. Keep up the good work.]
I couldn't help but smile at the notification. It seemed that my efforts were starting to pay off, and maybe, just maybe, Yura was starting to warm up to me.
Then, I remembered that the system had rewarded me with a restaurant. I decided that I would visit it today.
I left my room and the mansion, and within a few minutes, I hailed a taxi. Following the instructions given by the system, I arrived at the restaurant, "Flavors of Seoul," in just 20 minutes.
The restaurant was located in the heart of the city and specialized in authentic Korean cuisine with a modern twist. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the warm aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling pans.
The restaurant was cozy and inviting, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. I was immediately greeted by the staff, who welcomed me with warm smiles. Surprisingly, there were no customers at the moment, which surprised me.
"Welcome to 'Flavors of Seoul'," the hostess said, her voice cheerful. "How may I assist you today?"
"I'm the new owner of this restaurant," I replied, feeling a sense of pride swell within me.
The hostess's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly recovered, her smile widening.
"Ah, so you must be Lee Jiyeon. I didn't expect you to be so young," she exclaimed. After all, she was right, I was only 22.
"We're so excited to have you as part of our team. Please, follow me, and I'll show you around."
As she led me through the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This was my restaurant, and I was determined to make it a success.
The tour ended in the kitchen, where the head chef greeted me warmly.
The head chef, a middle-aged man named Chef Kang, welcomed me with a warm smile as we entered the kitchen. The tantalizing aroma of spices and cooking food enveloped us, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I looked around at the bustling kitchen.
"Welcome, Lee Jiyeon," Chef Kang said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "We're thrilled to have you here."
Entering the building, I was greeted by a spacious lobby decorated in neutral tones. The reception area was manned by a friendly receptionist who greeted me with a smile.
"Good afternoon, how can I help you?" she asked politely.
"I'm here to deliver lunch to Yura. I'm her wife," I replied confidently.
The receptionist's smile faltered for a moment before she burst into laughter.
"Nice try, but I've heard that one before. You're just another person trying to seduce Yura," she said, shaking her head.
Before I could respond, a few people from the office began to gather around us, curious about the commotion.
"She's lying! Don't believe her. Yura doesn't have a wife," one of them exclaimed.
Soon, I found myself surrounded by a group of people, mostly omegas, urging me to forget about Yura and pay attention to them instead. Some of them even started to grab at me, their intentions clear.
Caught off guard by the sudden attention, I tried to remain calm, but it was clear that the situation was escalating quickly.
Yura descended from her office to see what all the commotion was about. As the CEO of the company, she was known for being strict and no-nonsense. When she saw me surrounded by all the omegas, her expression darkened with anger.
"What is going on here?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the noise.
Everyone fell silent, and the receptionist's smile faltered as she realized who had arrived.
"Madam Yura, this woman claims to be your wife and brought you lunch," the receptionist explained nervously.
Yura's gaze narrowed as she turned her attention to me, her eyes cold and calculating. She walked directly towards me, then took my hand, causing the other omegas to release me. Her hand was surprisingly cold, which surprised me.
"This woman is indeed my wife," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument.
The omegas looked at each other in surprise, clearly taken aback by Yura's declaration. Some of them muttered among themselves, but they all shared the same expression—they were terrified.
"Now, all of you are fired" she said firmly.
They tried to reason with Yura, but it was useless. Yura then walked away with me, her hand still holding mine, and we entered an elevator. At that moment, I thought I heard the receptionist and some of the omegas crying.