Chapter 107


    To be honest, Onon wasn’t exactly Mr. Nice Guy, but his cooking is top tierf


    After eating just once in Willowdale, she found the vor unforgettable, and her taste threshold was


    suddenly elevated. Meals cooked by her aunt and mother at home no longer satisfied her.


    Onon caught the fleeting nce she threw at the sweet and sour pork ribs and with a slight tilt of his


    elongated, deep eyes, he teased. “Ms Nightshade, won’t you join me?”


    “No, no thanks!”


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    Xanthea swallowed hard, rejecting the offer with great difficulty.


    She nced at the digital clock. Why was time moving so slowly? Every second felt like an eternity!


    “Ms. Nightshade.”


    His voice, dripping with temptation, reached her again. Unable to resist, Xanthea cut him off, “Mr.


    Lockwood, I think our rtionship hardly qualifies for sharing a dinner, right? Even if we had some past


    interactions, after your behind–the–scenes maniption during the ‘Realm of Illusions‘ audition, that


    should have ended.”


    After her words hung in the air for a few brief seconds, just when she thought she might finally get


    some peace, Orion suddenly said, “7 was just wondering, Ms, Nightshade, if you heard any strange


    noises?”


    Instantly, her cheeks red up in embarrassment as she reflexively covered her stomach, “What


    strange noise? No, not at all, maybe it’s just your kitchen’s exhaust fan still running!”


    Orion’s lips curved in a smirk, watching her feign innocence, sweeter than the pineapple on his te,


    “Hmm.”


    She couldn’t sit still any


    any longer, the hunger r was so intense she felt she could eat her own hand. She needed a distraction,


    and fast! Xanthea looked around, and her gaze ultimately fell back on Orion by the dining table


    because, whether it was the dishes or him, they were the most eye–catching presence in the room.


    “Onion.”


    She suddenly called out to him, causing a puzzled look to cross his face as he hadn’t expected her to


    initiate a conversation given their earlier standoff.


    “Ms. Nightshade.”


    “I have a question for you. At the novel rights auction, you fought tooth and nail against me over


    “Realm of Illusions, and then publicly eliminated me during the auditions. So why did you end up selling


    the rights to my uncle? Was it just to make a $10 million in profit?” When she first heard this from her


    uncle, she was furious. But after calming down and thinking it over–who was he? The chairman of the


    prestigious Lockwood Group, a fixture on the Forbes list, casually gifting diamonds and jewels worth


    millions. What did a mere 10 million dors mean to him? Why would he hand over something he


    worked so hard for, just for that amount?


    And more so, he dotes on Isabe, right? Why wouldn’t he give ‘Realm of illusions‘ to her when she


    loves it so much?


    After asking, she looked at him with a puzzled expression, but he looked down at the dish in front of


    him, seemingly not prepared to answer her question.


    “Orion.”


    “If Ms. Nightshade would dine with me, I could answer your question,” Orion replied, lifting his gaze


    slightly. Thebined allure of his look and the food was too much for Xanthea. Before she could


    verbally respond, her body honestly stood up, “Alright.”