Chapter 581

Damon wiped away the cold beads forming on his forehead and murmured to himself, “I rather eat something the butler made.”

Jeanette widened her eyes and looked innocently at Damon, asking because she could not hear him clearly, “What was that?”

“Nothing. I was saying. I can't wait to try your cooking.” He waved with a smile plastered around the growing dread in his chest.

Jeanette was palpably delighted by his answer and began to tug him more into the house. “Aww, I knew you'd be hungry! Buuu