Despite the compliment, Julian remained humble, though he couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. "Really?""Yeah."It was at this moment that I suddenly understood that Shayne and Zach refusing to eat the food I made had little to do with my cooking skills. The real reason was that they hated me, so they also hated the food I made.Just like now, I had a good impression of Julian, so when he was willing to cook for me, I found his food especially delicious.Julian looked at me, finding the way I ate was graceful and refined.He shook his head, silently reminding himself to look at me less.He was already hopelessly in love with me. If he kept watching, he would lose himself in me completely.…When Shayne woke up, his head was pounding—an aftereffect of his hangover. Without opening his eyes, he asked impatiently, "Aralyn, why didn't you make me hangover soup last night? And my head hurts so much right now. Massage my temples later."However, no one answered him.
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