Chapter 46


    After Brett ced the box down, Izabe was already eating by herself. On the other hand, Kaley


    sat with her head hung low, anxiously resting her hands on her knees. She appeared as if she had


    been mistreated, with two tes ced in front of her.


    The moment Kaley spotted Brett, her eyes lit up. "Brett, it''s time to eat!" she eximed.


    Brett nodded and naturally took a seat beside Kaley. He picked up his utensils and frowned at the


    table filled with spicy dishes, unsure of what to eat. He nced at Izabe, who seemed to be


    thoroughly enjoying her food, and suspected that she was deliberately doing this to him.


    To make matters worse, Izabe had a sensitive stomach and her doctor had advised her to stick to


    low-fat and low-spicy foods. However, all the dishes she had cooked were incredibly vorful.


    Meanwhile, Kaley''s attention wasn''t focused on her meal. While she ate, she sneakily cast nces


    at Izabe, her expression betraying a hint of malicious pleasure.


    She knew that Brett was very picky about his food, and the whole table was packed with dishes that


    were not to his taste. It seemed she didn''t know him well at all.


    Brett''s face was gloomy, a sign that he was about to lose his temper. "Have you forgotten all the


    doctor''s advice? You just had stomach issues, and now you''re eating this?"


    At his words, not only Kaley, but also Izabe seemed taken aback. She thought Brett would get


    angry, scolding her for making food not to his taste. But what he said first was concern if she could


    eat those dishes.


    Izabe put down her utensils, smiling meaningfully: "Of course I can eat this, why would I make it if


    I couldn''t?"


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    As she spoke, she enthusiastically invited Kaley to join.


    Kaley''s fingers tightened slightly as she whispered, "Ms. Salotti, I know you don''t want me to move


    in... but you don''t have to make these dishes to show your dislike."


    Izabeughed and asked, "What''s wrong with my dishes?"


    Kaley pointed to the tes in front of her: "These dishes are too greasy; I don''t mind, but..."


    Izabe looked at her quietly, waiting for her to finish.


    After hesitating for a moment, Kaley softly exined, "Brett doesn''t like them. He prefers lighter


    dishes, Ms. Salotti. If you need, I can make a list of his likes and dislikes for you."


    Towards the end, Kaley even had a bit of a boastful tone. Izabe''s smile grew even brighter as she


    asked softly, "So the food I made today isn''t to your liking?"


    Kaley nodded with an "Mhm."


    "I see." After listening, Izabe just smiled. After helping herself to a bowl of soup, she poured the


    dishes into the trash one by one, quickly and efficiently. Soon, the table was empty.


    With oil on her fingertips, Izabe took a napkin and elegantly wiped her slender fingers. She then


    looked down at Kaley''s pale face with a condescending attitude.


    "Since my cooking isn''t to your taste, feel free to cook yourself. I believe you can definitely make a


    great meal suitable for Brett''s tastes, Ms. Cot."