“If your palate craves such a meal, perhaps a lavish restaurant would better suit your desires. My culinary talents are not at your disposal,” she quipped, her tone laced with a trace of irritation.

Marcus’ gaze trailed over the curves of her figure before his lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Should you withhold sustenance from me? I’ll consume you as an alternative dish tonight.”

Consume me? The notion reverberated within her, a puzzlement etched upon her features. How could he possibly mean such a thing?

The audacity of his words bore into her consciousness. The initial confusion gave way to comprehension, and her face instantly flooded with a rosy hue. A single word, carrying the weight of her sentiments, slipped through her lips.

“Bastard!”

magnified the spatial constraints, causing the walls to inch closer,

His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the

family lights. The fragrance of fine cooking

Millie’s earnest culinary endeavors for the both of them, the day assumed a hue of

heed. Avoid the flames’

only one piece of steak in the

A porcelain plate hosted a medium-well

unveiled

here,” Derek announced, leaving

securing the bags, Marcus

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