Isabella Weaver smiled gently: "No, he just looks intimidating, but he's really nice. You don't have to be afraid of him."
Zoe Lewis looked shocked. Is this what they call 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'? So she thinks he's good in every way?
Harry Hunter really has a powerful aura that pushes people away. Not being afraid of him is impossible, impossible in this lifetime.
Seeing him makes you tremble, it's become a conditioned reflex.
"Come on, eat the fish. Today we're at your place, the ingredients are more complete, and the flame is steady, it's definitely tastier than the other day!"
Zoe Lewis handed her a plate.
On a moon-white porcelain plate were neatly arranged golden little fish, exuding an alluring aroma, making Isabella Weaver's mouth water.
She couldn't care about the heat, picked up a fish with her fingers and popped it into her mouth.
