Chapter 107

To be honest, Onon wasn’t exactly Mr. Nice Guy, but his cooking is top tierf

After eating just once in Willowdale, she found the flavor unforgettable, and her taste threshold was suddenly elevated. Meals cooked by her aunt and mother at home no longer satisfied her.

Onon caught the fleeting glance she threw at the sweet and sour pork ribs and with a slight tilt of his elongated, deep eyes, he teased. “Ms Nightshade, won’t you join me?”

“No, no thanks!”

Xanthea swallowed hard, rejecting the offer with great difficulty.

Why was time moving so slowly? Every second

“Ms. Nightshade.”

Lockwood, I think our relationship hardly qualifies for sharing a dinner, right?

brief seconds, just when she thought she might finally get some peace, Orion suddenly said, “7 was just wondering, Ms, Nightshade, if you heard any strange

embarrassment as she reflexively covered her stomach, “What strange noise? No, not at all, maybe it’s just your kitchen’s exhaust fan

curved in a smirk, watching her feign innocence, sweeter than the pineapple on

sit still

around, and her gaze ultimately fell back on Orion by the dining table because, whether it was the dishes or

“Onion.”

him, causing a puzzled look to cross his face as

“Ms. Nightshade.”

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