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Chapter 372

A blush crept across Anya's face as she said softly, "Wynne, you always know how to tease me."

Now, all eyes were on Frederick.

Wynne didn't believe this country bumpkin, who didn't even understand the hand-kissing gesture, could know Mothian.

"Just a heads-up, Mr. York. Westargian cuisine is served in separate courses, so everyone orders their own dishes. But no worries, if Mothian isn't your forte, just tell me and I'll be happy to translate for you."

Anya was well aware of Frederick's background and knew formal education wasn't his strong suit. She worried he wouldn't understand Mothian and wanted to intervene, saving him from embarrassment.

Surprisingly, Frederick took the menu, scanned it slowly, and then let out a scoff.

"Do you even know where you are? Ordering in Mothian? How unsophisticated."

Anya and Wynne braced themselves for another rant about Salmasian customs.

Anya couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment washed over her.

This man simply lacked refineme
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