Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

This worked out fine anyway. He wasn't interested in the food Cindy made, and feeding it to the dog wouldn't be a waste.

Maisie picked out a few pieces of ribs and placed them in Tigger's dish. The little pup chomped away, looking especially content.

"Has your mom been cooking for you these days?"

"No," Maisie replied softly. "The last time she wanted me to go home for dinner, I declined. Since then, she's been constantly buying things and bringing them over. Today was the first time she brought this food container, saying... that if I don't want to go home, she'll just prepare and send food for me."

Daniel scoffed. "Does she know what you like to eat?"

Maisie shrugged helplessly but smiled.

Cindy really didn't know what she liked to eat. She preferred lighter flavors and couldn't stand the heavily flavored dishes. Plus, she was allergic to seafood, so she couldn't eat fish at all.

Owen loved ribs, and Nicole had a preference for fish. Cindy had forgotten about her since she was young.

nose against her forehead. "I know your taste. A few new chefs at the hotel specialize in the dishes you

back, her eyes

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found Tigger lying listlessly on the floor

the dish

alarmed and hurried over to

black eyes

like it vomited this." Daniel frowned. "Did it

is usually

her and Tigger to the

and the vet informed them that

the test report." The vet circled a few figures. "We found traces of lead in the dog's vomit, which is likely the

of them

limit of lead. Our hospital has recently seen a few cases of dogs falling ill from cheap dog food. So, we suggest buying pet food