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“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!”

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this culinary setting, Marcus appeared incongruous. His attire, a cherished shirt adorned with oil’s embrace, belied his unfamiliarity with the kitchen’s haven, a garment teetering on the brink of

the kitchen window, Marcus gazed down upon the luminous tapestry of family lights. The fragrance of fine cooking infused the air, rendering this place a sanctuary for

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piece of steak in the pan,

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