Chapter 71

So basically, if Liliana stepped into the kitchen, Wilson was going to eat whatever she made—no questions asked. Liliana wasn't exactly a master chef. After fussing around all night, she managed to whip up two plates of pineapple fried rice. She brought the plates into the dining room, a little nervous about the whole thing. The rice didn't really look great, though it actually smelled kind of okay. Whether it tasted decent… that was still a mystery. Placing one plate in front of Wilson, she mumbled, "It might not look the best, but I promise it tastes fine." Wilson scooped up a spoonful with his usual grace and brought it to his mouth. As he was about to try it, Liliana held her breath, heart pounding. He took a bite, face calm and unreadable. She couldn't tell from his expression if it was good or a total fail. "Is it any good?" she asked, her voice filled with anxiety. "You'll know once you try it," he replied as he slowly chewed and went in for another bite. Her heart raced like it