Chapter 45

• Gavin’s gaze lingered on Liza’s slightly flushed lips, his expression thoughtful. After a long pause, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a soft, coaxing tone. “I can make the soup taste sweet. Want to try?”
• Liza’s alcohol-clouded mind struggled to process his words. She blinked, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you… telling the truth?”
• “Of course,” Gavin replied smoothly, with no hesitation or intention of sparing her inebriated state. He pointed to his lips with an air of righteousness and teased, “One kiss, and the hangover soup will be sweet.”