The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank snorted. "Oh, that's not all. I'm tearing down your stall too!"

And with those words, Frank kicked down the stall, knocking over all the beef.

No one felt sorry for the butcher, as they all knew he deserved that much.

And seeing that they were not concerned at all, the butcher realized that he could not stay.

"Just you wait!" he snapped. "This isn't over yet. You'll pay for this!"

And with that, he turned to run, leaving everyone laughing behind him. "Make him pay? How? He's a coward through and through!"

Leaving the market, Meg was pursing her lips as she turned to Frank. "Sorry, you wouldn't have to deal with that if not for my stupid craving."

"Doesn't matter. That man had to be punished for his actions!"

Meg smiled and nodded. "Guess you won't be accepting my apology. So how about lunch instead?"

for Ms. Quill to treat me to a meal. I have to make

it on the outside, but as soon as they

told me about

but said

owner saw them, but instead of welcoming them, he glowered and growled,

skipped

customers like gods around here, but

small restaurants like these would not get much business, and

the food must be heavenly if it lasted

Meg bore with it and said, "Two pastas and two

while," the owner said and headed to the kitchen to

to sit while whispering, "That almost killed

are you

it! He's still in business even with that platypus-like face.

mean the food

a loss of what to