The deliciousness shocked her; she couldn't believe that this was made by someone who can't distinguish between chicken and duck, who made Beer Duck into Red Wine Chicken, and with the whole chicken intact, not cut up.
This is just too delicious.
"How does it taste?" Baron Lawrence's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes gradually darkening, as if he wished to draw Enna Clark into them.
Enna met his gaze, smiled softly, and gave a thumbs up, "Delicious!"
The man who had been tense and clearly nervous suddenly relaxed his brows, and a joyful smile spread in his eyes. His rose-colored lips curved slightly, looking pleased, "Nonsense, do you even know who cooked it!"
So domineering, so arrogant, so rightful!
Scott Harris, standing by, secretly shot a glance at him, deciding to move the failed steaks he'd angrily thrown into the kitchen trash while Enna wasn't paying attention, lest the Young Madam find out.
