Chapter 100. Worse Than a Wild Beast

Obediently, Serena sat at the table, lowered her head, and quietly started eating the Mediterranean Chicken Soup.

The rich aroma of the broth was savory and satisfying. One sip, and she knew it had been simmered for hours with high-quality fatty chicken.

This dish had always been one of Serena's favorites.

Whenever she was sick as a child and couldn't eat, her mother would make it for her.

But as far as she could remember, she'd never mentioned it to him-yet somehow, he knew. He'd paid attention to her preferences.

A surprising warmth bloomed in her heart, and suddenly, the soup tasted even better.

She'd been exhausted and had no appetite at all-but somehow, in the comfortable silence, she finished the entire bowl.

"I'm done." She grabbe