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,

do their homework. Jennifer sat in the chair,

felt incredibly embarrassed when

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

finished eating, leaving an empty bowl

people, got

extraordinarily handsome. He was mysterious when he saw Jennifer

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

what did

right in front of her, and her heart suddenly

an evil from

feigned calmness, withdrew her gaze, rolled her eyes,

and luxurious, she enjoyed looking at them. "Accompany me to a

Jennifer asked uncertainly,

him no matter the occasion,

gorgeous to be afraid to

glared back

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

He was serious.

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