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?

of smiles. “It's a great fate." The rain had stopped, the

homework. Jennifer sat in the chair, staring at the Lamborghini in the

felt incredibly embarrassed when she was

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

an empty

for people, got up and walked

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

car. Jennifer didn't notice him but complained, "What the

Marsh, what did

him standing right in front of her,

not an evil from hell.”

rolled her eyes, and went to

of hangers filled with dresses, eye-catching colors, elegant and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me to a

little surprised, Jennifer asked uncertainly,

be without a female companion around him no matter the

you too gorgeous to be afraid to be seen by others?" lvan asked

glared back at

a mistress, but the real Mrs. Marsh. Isn't

He was serious.

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