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

to do their homework. Jennifer sat in the chair,

and she felt incredibly embarrassed when she was gazed at by

Leaning on the back of the chair, he patiently waited

an empty

he, who hated waiting for people,

was extraordinarily handsome. He

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

what did

to see him standing right in front of

being, not an

feigned calmness, withdrew her gaze, rolled her eyes, and went to

and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany

little surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly, "You're

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

too gorgeous to be afraid to be seen by others?"

back

the real Mrs. Marsh.

He was serious.

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