Chapter 138: No Betrayal

“Did you make this?” Henry asked as he lifted the lid off the thermos. The soup inside might have lost some heat, but its rich aroma was still potent and inviting. "Is this for me?" He sounded pleased, comforted by the thought that she still had him in her heart. He shot Sophie a quick glance, and she promptly fetched a set of cutlery from the kitchen. Henry scooped up a spoonful, but just as he was about to savor it, Giselle said, “That was for the dogs.” The soup paused at Henry’s lips, neither easy to swallow nor to spit out, his expression darkening to a shade grimmer than the charred bottom of a pan. Giselle swept her eyes lazily over him. “Since you seem to enjoy it so much, go ahead—drink up.” As tensions threatened to flare between them again, Sophie quickly stepped in. “Mr. Jefferson, the mistress tried to bring you this soup at noon, but the butler turned her away, saying you had forbidden her from leaving the house.” At her words, Henry’s demeanor thawed like ice in s