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.

but Lewis had never been bothered. Ryan, with his praying beads and all, was practically

back to Sean. "Couldn't your family

follow your methods precisely, something's just missing. Our young master has the palate of a hound, so he can tell right away when it's just

him

assistant clammed up. "My mistake. Of course, you're not a dog, sir. Your

back to Keira. "I know this is an imposition. How about

the smartest man alive! Genius-level IQ. It's said that if it

pointed cough.

eyes. "But he's not wrong. You saved my life. If

gave a small nod, considering

stood, looking like he wanted to bow in gratitude, but the moment he rose,

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

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