He chewed carefully, feeling it was delicious, and he didn't feel sick. Jordan inadvertently saw the scene and was stunned.

It was like seeing the sun come out of the west.

Ivan was engrossed in eating the noodles. Jordan found it was not a dream, so he stepped forward.

Ivan raised his eyes at the sound of Jordan's voice and looked indifferent.

"Mr. Marsh," Jordan stood in front of the coffee table and asked with surprise, "You can eat now? Your stomach is better?"

Ivan paused and replied, "I just taste it."

"Don't you feel sick?" Jordan was pleased.

Ivan thought for a moment, “Not really."

Jordan was cheerful to know that Miss Brooks had made the noodle. It seemed that she was a savior.

The family chef frequently changed before because no one could make food to meet the taste of lvan. He constantly vomited no matter what he ate and relied on nutrient solutions to live.

Could Miss Brooks do magic?

rain had stopped, the sun rose from the east, and the courtyard

the children upstairs to do their homework. Jennifer sat in the chair, staring

meeting him, and she felt incredibly embarrassed when she was

legs folded and his arms around his chest. Leaning on the back of the chair,

an empty bowl on the coffee

waiting for people, got

He was mysterious when

line of sight, he found she was staring at his car. Jennifer didn't notice him but complained, "What the hell? Doesn't he go to the

what did

eyes to see him standing right in front of her, and her heart

human being, not an evil from

her gaze, rolled her eyes, and went to the

looking at them. "Accompany me to a banquet this

surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly, "You're taking me to show

be without a female companion around him no matter the occasion, which was why he had

to be

back at

relaxed, “You're not a mistress, but the real Mrs. Marsh. Isn't it only a matter of

He was serious.

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