Under the heiress facade

An hour later, a blue Bugatti Veyron arrived at a neighborhood in the suburbs.

It was a familiar place to Hera as she owned a house here. While she was guessing in her head, Tyler drove into one of the mansions, which happened to be right next to her house. "I thought we were going to have lunch, no?" she asked.

"We are going to have lunch, but having your homecooked dishes is more meaningful than eating in a restaurant." He got out of the car and opened the car door for her. Words failed her. She had let her guard down. She shouldn't have let him make the choice.

Nevertheless, she didn't refuse. With Tiramisu in her arms, she alighted from the car and scanned the area. There were no suspicious people or cars for now.

She began to wonder if she was overthinking about the man she saw in the garden.

Tyler noticed that something was wrong with her, but he didn't say a word about it. He opened the door and led her to the kitchen.

Hera, who was hungry, put Tiramisu down. "What would you like to have?"

Tyler enumerated a menu without hesitation, "Chicken fried steak, Bashville hot chicken, apple pie, meatloaf, and lamb stew..."

She opened the refrigerator only to find it empty. There were a few bottles of beer, two eggs, and a half packet of noodles. No one knew how long it had been there. When she took it out and checked it, it had already expired.

occurred to him. He landed his gaze on Tiramisu, who had been

board. "The ingredient you brought along will

counter before hiding behind Hera. It oinked

and snuggled into her arms before looking back,

going to let me cook for

might as well scare the daylight out of it, then. Come, put it in

a pig. I'm your mentor, Hera. How could you do to

time and

yet, you wouldn't even make

teacher," Hera repeated in her

Tiramisu with one hand and took her phone

peak at

sick of delivery food. want you to cook something for me. Anything will do. Hurry up,

lowered her gaze and tapped on her

deliveryman delivered the ingredients she