Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl tapped on her phone and realized she hadn't ordered anything nutritious, so she cleared her throat. "Do you like McDonald's?" Richard looked sluggish, not expecting that question.

"If you don't like that, we can order something else," she offered, having just received a thousand dollars for the meal.

"It's fine, but it's unhealthy. Not something I would usually go for," Richard admitted, sounding a little guilty.

"Just this time," Pearl replied, covering her ears in surrender.

The food soon arrived, but Richard seemed visibly unhappy when Pearl returned with it. He stared at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. "You were too close to the delivery man. Do you have bad intentions?"

to hear that but maintained her composure. "It's just an accident." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

at Pearl inappropriately. She was wearing a sexy dress and it was obviously showing

arms, feeling frustrated. "I can't cook. If I don't order takeout, what am I supposed to eat? Are you going to cook for me?" She immediately regretted the last part, remembering Richard's disastrous attempt

I'll cook for you from now

her drink, recalling how smoky her kitchen was and realizing the mess that would entail. "It's fine, that's too much

was determined. "That won't happen again if I learn

eyes darted around. "Are you trying to get the keys

Pearl saw through his ruse and said in a low voice, "I'm your boyfriend. What's wrong with me having keys to your home?" Pearl found herself filled with regret. She realized she

of the past incident. The thought of Silas spending the night sparked