Chapter 155

Theron's taste buds were ridiculously sensitive. The overwhelming combo of cinnamon and wasabi hit him like a freight train-his eyes instantly teared up, and he couldn't even spare the energy to curse at Paul. He grabbed the hot cocoa and gulped it down in big swigs. "Pfft..." A second later, it all came spraying back out. God knows how much chili Paul had snuck into that drink, but it burnt all the way up his nose. With snot and tears running down his face, Theron looked like a total mess. "So? Like it? Specially made just for you," Paul said with the most annoying smirk. Usually stone-faced, Theron's sharp features were contorted now. "Paul, I swear I'm gonna kill you!" Paul, unfazed, fired back, "Oh, I'm shaking. Just hand over the antidote, Theron, unless you wanna keep eating this gourmet hell every day." It hit Theron where it hurt, and he ground out, "There is no cure..." "Well then, tough luck. I heard they've just brought in a new batch of ghost peppers from the ranch. Thought