Chapter 102

Josephine had barely reached the top of the stairs when the nutritionist, frowning slightly, picked up her phone and called Ethan. "Mr. Dane, I prepared a nutritious meal, but she refused to eat a single bite."

Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, phone in hand, listening quietly. Behind him, a middle-aged executive in a crisp suit stood stiffly by the desk, head lowered -though his ears were clearly tuned into every word.

"What did you make?"

"Didn't I tell you not to make Western food?"

"If a salad is Western food, what isn't?"

"Focus on taste first, nutrition second. No matter how healthy it is, if she can't stomach it, it's pointless."

"Remake it. Keep the flavors sweet and mildly spicy. you can add more sugar- she has a sweet tooth. If she doesn't want bread, make some starchy pastries instead."

give her the cake I asked

Was Mr. Dane planning a kid's menu? But he didn't have any

turned around, his sharp gaze cutting straight through the executive's nosy curiosity. The man stiffened in an instant, his

back to his desk and shot him

sheepish laugh. "Oh, no, not at all! I was just... bored, so I happened to overhear. But, you know, my

it's fine. The woman I'm trying to pursue has low blood sugar and has fainted several times already. I need to take better care of her diet.

executive's eyes went

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he quickly shook his head. "My whole family's struggling with

diets, so low blood sugar is

his brow creasing slightly in frustration. "She's gotten so picky. I

fallen for this woman. But wasn't it just a month ago-during that business dinner—that he'd declared, loud and clear, "I have

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