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?

always strict, was full of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped,

sat in the chair, staring at the Lamborghini in the courtyard. "It's almost eight

she felt incredibly embarrassed when she was gazed at by

long legs folded and his arms around his chest. Leaning on the back of the chair, he patiently waited for Jennifer to come out to try

an empty bowl

for people,

window, Ivan was extraordinarily handsome. He was mysterious when he saw

his car. Jennifer didn't notice him but complained, "What the hell? Doesn't he go to

what did you

him standing right in front of

human being, not an evil

withdrew her gaze, rolled her eyes, and went to the

with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me to a banquet this afternoon.”

surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly, "You're taking

female companion around him no matter the occasion, which was why

to be

glared back

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

He was serious.

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