To be honest, Orion wasn’t exactly Mr. Nice Guy, but his cooking is top tier!
After eating just once in Willowdale, she found the flavor unforgettable, and her taste threshold was suddenly elevated. Meals cooked by her aunt and mother at home no longer satisfied her.
Orion caught the fleeting glance she threw at the sweet and sour pork ribs and with a slight tilt of his elongated, deep eyes, he teased, “Ms. Nightshade, won’t you join me?”
“No, no thanks!”
Xanthea swallowed hard, rejecting the offer with great difficulty.
She glanced at the digital clock. Why was time moving so slowly? Every second felt like an eternity!
“Ms. Nightshade.”
His voice, dripping with temptation, reached her again. Unable to resist, Xanthea cut him off, “Mr. Lockwood, I think our relationship hardly qualifies for sharing a dinner, right? Even if we had some past interactions, after your behind-the-scenes manipulation during the ‘Realm of Illusions’ audition, that should have ended.”
After her words hung in the air for a few brief seconds, just when she thought she might finally get some peace, Orion suddenly said, “I was just wondering, Ms. Nightshade, if you heard any strange noises?”
Instantly, her cheeks flared up in embarrassment as she reflexively covered her stomach, “What strange noise? No, not at all, maybe it’s just your kitchen’s exhaust fan still running!”
Orion’s lips curved in a smirk, watching her feign innocence, sweeter than the pineapple on his plate, “Hmm.”
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