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?

strict, was full of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped, the sun rose from the

Jennifer sat in the chair, staring at the

felt incredibly embarrassed when she was gazed

around his chest. Leaning on the back

eating, leaving an empty bowl on

people,

handsome. He was mysterious when he saw

sight, he found she was staring at his car. Jennifer didn't notice him

what did you

in front of her,

human being, not an

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

with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me

uncertainly, "You're taking

used to be without a female companion around him no matter the occasion,

to be seen

glared back

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

He was serious.

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