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?

had stopped, the

sat in the chair, staring at the Lamborghini in the courtyard. "It's almost eight o'clock. Isn't he

him, and she felt incredibly embarrassed when

custom-made sofa in the luxurious living room. His 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 on

an empty bowl

waiting for people, got up and walked

Ivan was extraordinarily handsome. He was mysterious when

his car. Jennifer didn't notice him but

what did

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

human being, not an evil from hell.”

her gaze, rolled her

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

asked uncertainly, "You're taking me to

companion around him no matter

to be seen

back at

was relaxed, “You're not a mistress, but the real Mrs. Marsh. Isn't

He was serious.

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