"Why did you go through all this trouble? You could've just ordered takeout for something like this. You don't have to wear yourself out."

"It's not tiring at all. What matters most is that you like it."

Justin wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and looked gratefully at Drew.

"Besides, I didn't do much. It was all Drew's hard work."

"Oh. Please make sure it's extra crispy, Drew."

Pfft-!

Drew almost spat out his drink. He clutched his chest in mock agony.

With Drew's amazing cooking skills and Justin's assistance, two plates of golden, fragrant fried chicken were soon on the table.

Meanwhile, Justin's failed attempts sat sadly in the corner, like neglected babies.

Come and

with anticipation. "It's been so long since I last cooked for

chicken with her hand and took

echoed

is still as amazing as ever!"

Drew smiled with relief.

image of a face similar to Bella's flashed through

had safely escaped from

to Yvonne after he left. Did Christopher find out what she did? Had that scoundrel made things difficult for her when she went to stall

identity, last night's events made him more

not believe there could be a good person

seem like

Bella, don't

eyes widened. He tried to stop her, but it was already too

of his burnt pieces of chicken,

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