Her craftsmanship was always top-notch.
The cake was soft and delicious, topped with a layer of animal cream and smooth chocolate.
Indeed, it was just a single serving.
After finishing, Joan Harry sat on the sofa with the cake, silently reading a book.
"Yo, this cake looks pretty good," Jesse Rowan noticed the dessert in her hands as soon as he came in, "How did you know I love cake? Or could it be, Joan, that we're so in tune with each other? That would be great."
Jesse Rowan strode over, and before Joan could say a word, he grabbed her wrist and fed himself the piece of cake from her hand.
"Indeed, it's good, just like you," Jesse Rowan narrowed his eyes, admiringly looking at Joan Harry.
Joan coldly withdrew her hand, stood up, and slapped the rest of the cake onto his face!
"Mr. Rowan seems to enjoy it so much, then have your fill," Joan lost her temper, and her expression looked terrible.
The cake smeared across Jesse Rowan's clean face, making it a mess.
