She made all of these with her own hands. How could they be fake?
Don't believe it?
Well, just have a taste.
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, his fingertip gently scratching Harry's chin, his sexy thin lips curling into an ambiguous smile. "Open it and see."
Sophie Sullivan stepped forward, quickly and efficiently uncovering all the dishes.
Amelia Shaw's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Sophie. "Maniac, are you sure all of these are edible?"
"It's all food, so don't waste it." Sophie took two steps back, a flawless, impervious smile on her face. "Enjoy your meal, Young Master. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around and tried to slip away.
"Stop."
His low, powerful voice was like a spell.
Instantly, it rooted her to the spot.
Sophie took a deep breath. "Is there anything else, Young Master?"
"Come and sit down."
