"Wow… my dearest friend is so thoughtful. But how can I enjoy this every day when we're not close?" she asked softly, her voice like a lover's whisper.
Rowan's expression straightened as he shot her a playful glare. "I didn't say I'd cook for you."
Annabelle sat up straighter. "Then who else could it be? Oh…I see now. You've found a girlfriend and decided to keep her hidden from us." She barked the words, disappointed.
She turned toward Selina, who had already finished one plate and was digging into another.
"Best, are you listening? Rowan's got a secret girlfriend he hasn't told us about."
"It wouldn't be so bad if she were pretty and loved him," Selina replied, chewing with her mouth half full.
Annabelle shook her head, insisting, "As family, she had to spend some expenses for snatching the heart of our billionaire friend."
Rowan didn't say a word, his eyes lingering on Selina as he watched her eat with messy, endearing enthusiasm—her lips stained with oil.
