I pursed my lips and told him, "If you don't like staying in hotels, you can also stay in my place. I'll get a housekeeper for you."

He grinned, "That's more like it!"

Seeing that I was driving towards downtown, he asked, "Where are we going?"

"I thought you wanted to try the specialties of Jarold City? I'm bringing you there. It's lunchtime. Aren't you hungry?" Glancing sideways, I could see that he was watching me. "How about we don't do that? Take me back to the villa and cook some pasta for me. I have no interest for the specialties in Jarold City." He leaned against the seat lazily.

The corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably. I couldn't help but glance at him. "Why do you want to go to my house so badly? Do you have any ulterior motives?"

He laughed and answered, "What ulterior motives? I don't want anything in your house. I just want to eat some pasta made by you. What's wrong with that? I have signed the agreement, and I have done what should do. Are you planning to turn your back on me now?"

just curious as to why the sudden interest in the pasta I make. By the way, how

back or not? If you don't, stop the car and let me out. I'll go

be something wrong with him for getting so

he got out of the car. After a while, someone sent his suitcase

was speechless for a

into the villa and began to

suitcase along behind him and asked, "Where do I

look at them and choose one that you like!" The house was usually cleaned by the hour maid. If Hendrix was not around, I would rarely stay here as well. Perhaps because it was not inhabited most of the time, the house was quiet and not lively at all. Now that I had thought

surgery. As soon as she was recovered, I would fetch her to live with

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