Chapter 60 Taundere Man

• “It’s good,” the boy insisted, voice cracking. “Proper good. Like—like Kingsley Davis’ culinary courses!” His eyes flicked to mine, sudden and bright as struck flint. “They’ve got a whole module on heritage meats. Winterbourne just does… soups.”
• I brushed a curl from his forehead, my thumb catching a smear of horseradish. “So you’ve chosen, then?”
• “Kingsley.” He squared his shoulders, mimicking Rafayel’s boardroom posture. “No contest.”