Chapter 407 Table Salt

• In Cherise's memory, every detail from the previous day played out like a vivid scene. She couldn't help but blush, her face resembling a blazing crimson sunset, yet she nodded with a sweet smile and said, "I could use a little something to eat.”
• "I'll make some pasta for you,” the man offered.
• He responded with a warm smile and gracefully made room for her. On the bedside table behind him sat a plate of bolognese meatball pasta.