Chapter 137 Inappropriate

• “Mr. Shane...” Natalie was about to say no, but Silas beat her to it. “Sure, I’ll prepare it now.”
• With that said, he shot her a meaningful glance before turning around and walking toward the door.
• I have been wondering why Mr. Shane kept asking me to buy cakes these days. After I bought it, he put it in the fridge instead of eating it, and he would throw it away when he got off from work. On the next day, he would ask me to buy a cake again. Now I see why he did that.