Sean sighed, looking at Lewis with a calm, almost genteel expression. "Mr. Horton, I get it, truly. I know this might annoy you, but I really, truly am just here for a meal."

He then turned to Keira. "Ms. Olsen, if I had any other intentions, I would have pursued you back in Oceanion. Besides, I've gone from being an eighty-pound skeleton to a whole 120 pounds because of your cooking—you should know me better than anyone."

Keira blinked. "I… practically raised him."

The way he put it sounded odd to her somehow. She frowned, considering. "Once a week, like before. Just like Oceanion. But, I'll be heading out of town soon, so I may not have time to cook."

Sean's assistant jumped in, "Ms. Olsen, are you going somewhere? We could tag along! Without you, our young master will starve to death!"

Keira raised an eyebrow.

Lewis scowled, not liking the way this sounded one bit. A strange tension settled in his chest. He had a little sense of urgency here.

never been bothered. Ryan, with his praying beads and all, was practically monk-like and clearly had no intention of breaking his celibate streak. But Sean—thin, meek Sean—was giving him an actual feeling

She looked back to Sean. "Couldn't

We sent more than one chef to work with you, but, well, the results were lacking. Even when they follow your methods precisely, something's just missing. Our young master has the palate of a

gave him a calm

mistake. Of course, you're not a dog, sir. Your sense of taste is just more sensitive…than

shook his head and turned back to Keira. "I know this is an imposition. How about this: if you ever

in, "Ms. Olsen, that's a big promise. Our young master here is known to be the smartest man alive! Genius-level IQ. It's said that if it weren't for his illness, he'd have solved world hunger by now.

off with a pointed

"But he's not wrong. You saved

gave a small

in gratitude, but

concern. "You look half-starved. I'll go make

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