Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 822

Aaron frowned. “Don’t judge a dish by its appearance!”

But you didn’t seem to like the dish when it was first served, his assistant mused silently.

Of course, he dared not say it out loud.

Aaron gave him a fork. “Try it. You’ll find out why I want to buy the restaurant.”

His assistant was surprised. In Turlen, the strict social hierarchy meant that a servant would never get to share his or her master’s food.

He accepted the fork earnestly and picked a slice of meat from the side of the bowl before placing it into his mouth carefully.

Even though Aaron had praised the food, the assistant still couldn’t bring himself to believe that the bowl of stew was delicious. Mr. Aaron must’ve been starving. Anything would be delicious to him!

Without warning, the meat melted inside his mouth.

taste was slightly spicy, it

was it?” Aaron lifted his chin and inquired, as though he had prepared the dish

while to regain his

to his feet, he declared, “I shall get the

you go, then!” Aaron waved him away. When the second dish was served, he continued

a good job. Look, a foreigner’s

like he had

Now that you’re full, you’re laughing at

was the first time he had experienced such a lively meal, for back in his country, everyone ate in silence. It suddenly occurred to Aaron that it would be nice to chat with

was engrossed in his thoughts when his

less than five people

darkened as he pulled out his phone. The caller ID

he spoke in Turlenese.

heard you’re in Chanaea?” An elderly but

answered. “Father gave me a mission to