Chapter 237
Chapter 237
Cloe chuckled. “I can’t help it. Owen had learned to cook in my restaurant for one whole month.”
Aria held a dagger and flung it toward a wooden board several meters away. The dagger embedded itself in the board with a crisp sound,
“The chels in Mavern Restaurant are experts, so it was reasonable for him to learn from them,” Aria said calmly.
Cloe teased, “There may be another reason.”
“What is 21”
“Owen has a thing for you.”
The dagger viered slightly, and it almost missed the bull’s eye.
Aria raised her eyebrows. “No way.”
When Owen began his training in Navoron Restaurant, Aria just moved in and had little interaction with him. “He learned to cook for himself. It has nothing to do with me.”
“He invites you to dine with him every day.”
“We’re friends, and…” Aher a pause, Aria added, “He may be fulfilling his promise.”
Cloe’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What promise
Aria didn’t answer the question. “He and I are neighbors and friends. If you lived across the hall, I’d be a frequenter to your place too.”
“Come on! He is a man.”
“See him as a woman if you like.”
Cloe was lost for words.
“Enough about me. How are things with you and Kim?”
“He comes once a week to see Julia.
Cloe felt it inappropriate to stop Kim from seeing Julia since his blood was in Julia.
Cloe would satisfy Kim as long as he had no plan of taking Julia away.
Cloe didn’t talk about Owen anymore after she realized that Aria deliberately had the topic.
She thought, “Because of the jerk, Liam, Aria may lose interest in men. What a challenge for Owen!”
Aria and Cloe chatted on before they hung up the phone.
I minutes later, Aria finished her shower, got a message, and collected her food at the doorway
When she was ready for her food, her phone buzzed again.
Owen: (Do you order meals from Navoron Restaurant this month?
Aria: [Yeah.]
Owen then sent a photo over. In the photo was a round table with chicken soup, braised pork, and salads on it
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Chapter 237
Owen: Lucky us. There is a wedding, and we got invited.]
Aria enlarged the photos on her phone. On the right edge of the photo was a rough hand that contained a scar around its middle finger
Instantly, Aria was shocked. Are you in Jamelan?]
Owen: [Yeah. I will stay in Jamelan for one whole week and then go to another village.]
Owen typed, Why do you know that I am in Jamelant
Soon, Owen deleted the message because it didn’t sound lendly How do you know that I am…]
He deleted the message again. Owen: (Why do you know?]
There came no imply from Aria. Owen had deliberately captured nobody in his photo.
He clicked the photo, zoomed in, and saw a hand.
He turned his head and saw an elderly woman with gray hair softly playing with a little girl.
The little girl was nestling in another woman’s arms, clutching a toy, and laughing with delight.
“Betty, when Madelyn invited you to town, you should have said yes,” Kate Livingston said.
Betty Colton smiled gently. “How could 17 I did nothing for her. I have a pension, My life in Jamelan is great.”
Instantly, Kate responded with a smiling face, “It is true.”
Shed to take care of Betty, and Madelyn paid her ten thousand dollars per month.
din town. The quality of her life and her family’s was greatly improved by the
iterate and old, she couldn’t make so much money if she worked i handsome pay from Madelyn
All she did for Betty was trifles like some shopping, so she was envied by her villagers.
Kate was glad that she had softheartedly opened her door and invited the thinly–clad Madelyn into her house from the heavy snow years ago.
Hearing the conversation between Betty and Kate, Owen realized that he was in the village where Aria had spent her childhood,
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