His promise to share his glory with her wasn't a lie. It had always been part of his plan.
Later on, as he began to set his revenge plan in motion, he orchestrated a meeting with Bianca. At the welcome party he threw for her, Sophia had complained on Bianca's behalf, mentioning that she had developed a severe stomach condition from all the business dinners.
That very night, Seth went to the restaurant and learned how to make a soup that was easy on the stomach. He gradually learned other restorative soups as well, finding all sorts of ways to cook for Noreen. It took a long time, but he eventually nursed her stomach back to health.
After that, he counted the days, knowing his time before prison was short. He demanded that Sophia learn every single one of Noreen's favorite dishes, worried that her now-spoiled palate wouldn't be able to handle anyone else's cooking.
Jude was tempted to try the soup, but Seth stopped him. "Order your own food."
"You made so much! What's the harm in letting me have one bowl?" Jude whined, his craving unbearable. "Besides, Noreen can't possibly eat all of this. Just a small bowl, for my trouble of going out to buy seafood with you this late."
Seth ignored Jude's theatrics and turned the heat down to a low simmer. He calculated the time; he could leave at five to deliver the soup to Noreen.
In the end, Jude didn't get a single drop. He resigned himself to eating takeout, shooting resentful glances at Seth.
"Why can't I have any?"
"You're not Noreen."
"So, only Noreen gets to eat your cooking?" Jude pressed.
Seth's silence was the only answer he needed.
Still not satisfied, Jude asked, "Has Mr. Harcourt ever tasted your cooking?"
"No."



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