When They Beg, I Rise!

Lemira was momentarily caught off guard.

He said her hands weren't made for cooking. She thought he'd be pleased.

Orion stood there, his demeanor gentle, his tone even, "You don't have to do this to impress me."

A tightness formed in Lemira's chest; her actions were just instinctive, a desire to do something nice. But it seemed Orion saw right through her. Lemira fiddled with a lock of hair near her ear, "Well, okay then."

"The housekeeper will be here soon to make dinner."

Lemira didn't insist. She sneaked a glance at Orion, feeling that he was somehow formidable. Just like the man she'd had a crush on in her past life.

That man had always tried to show her how her brothers weren't good to her, a reality she refused to accept, leading to her tragic end.

Orion's way of speaking was so similar! As this thought crossed her mind, Lemira started to wonder if Orion was the man from her past life.

She was caught in a dilemma. If only she'd met that man in her past life, she'd surely recognize him now.

Soon, the housekeeper arrived, quickly preparing a feast.

just looking at them made her

head

eat, remarked, "Can't find these at

health issues, so she can't eat spicy

got to eat

felt a lump in his throat, his breathing constricted as if stuffed with cotton. Despite being a wealthy heiress, her life seemed worse off than that of an ordinary girl. He should have come

finished, her belly full. She wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at Orion, who

She was momentarily stunned,

just now, a striking contrast. She felt amazed how someone could make eating look

en

slowly put down his utensils,

you know

dinner, Lemira went straight to the study

in the living room, and then turned to make a call on the balcony. He stood there,

on her, huh? Sounds like

from the private high school next door, heard he's the new heartthrob transferred