Chapter 222

'You'd be hard-pressed to find another person in this world as picky as him.' Abigail had not forgotten how finicky Xander had been about his food when she first started working for him. He would not eat anything too cold or too hot, nothing even slightly greasy, and nothing too bland. It had to be prepared precisely to his specifications. He had nearly driven the chef to the brink of despair. That being said, Xander did seem to have become less picky recently. 'Could it be that hanging around with the spice-loving CEO's wife has made him less fussy?' she wondered. "Lost in thought?" Xander's mellifluous voice flowed gently into her ear. "Just thinking about nothing in particular." Abigail tried to use the act of drinking water to mask her embarrassment, but she could not manage to twist the cap off after several tries. Xander took the bottle from her, effortlessly unscrewing the cap and handing it back to her. "Thank you, Mr. Zane!" After taking a few sips, her throat, parched from