Chapter 114 Natalie, Your Man is Starving to Death

In reality, Natalie was only fond of the artistic conception of Monet's "Impression Sunrise," the flavor of that painting. It was only at this moment that she was truly moved by the sunrise. The tall wall in her heart had already been silently shattered by him, leaving a breach.

"Thank you, Oliver," she said.

The man in the camera tilted up the corner of his mouth, shining brighter than the seaside sunrise. Verbal thanks serve no purpose; it's not like we're kindergarten kids.

"Brother, how's your appetite been lately?" Natalie had been taking care of Oliver's meals and hadn't noticed any lack of appetite. On the contrary, his appetite was quite good.

Mentioning food, Oliver couldn't help but frown, taking the opportunity to complain, "Natalie, your man is starving to death in France."

In the past, he had been accustomed to anorexia and could eat those tasteless things even when starving. But after tasting the food Natalie cooked, eating those things would be pure torment.

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