Chapter 232: Our paths have crossed before on the battlefield, replied in a firm voice.
Your room.
When closing the door behind him, a sudden revtion hit him.
Why I felt that I was fleeing was going to give a conference at the University of Baythorn today.
After his morning routine, he changed his attire rxed for something more formal.
He opted for a dark blue cowgirl jacket on matching shorts that were elegantly adorned with white ps in the hems and a neat whitebel tight to the waist.
Heplemented his outfit with brown boots to the knee, whosecesbined perfectly with his set.
His hair was perfectly collected in a high bun, which gave him a chic sophistication air.
Before leaving his room, he took a brown bag Of course adorned with tassels and threw it on his shoulder.
Then he went down the stairs.
When he reached the end of the stairs, the air was impregnated with a tempting aroma.
Harlee''s lips junken a small smile as he hastily headed towards the dining room.
Upon entering, he saw Fletcher next to the stove.
His smile gradually disappeared and sat at the table, with his face now devoid of expression, while he began to have breakfast what Callie had brought him.
The tempting smell turned out to be a soup prepared by Fletcher.
From the moment Harlee entered, Fletcher had been stirring the soup diligently, stopping alone when he considered it perfect.
Then he served a bowl of the thick white soup and put it in front of Harlee.harlee looked up, with the Very open eyes of astonishment.
"For me." Yes, "Fletcher replied softly.
The soup in a hurry.
Thest time I was wrong.
Fletcher looked up and his expression revealed a mixture of relief and repentance.
Seeing how he enjoyed the soup he had prepared, a little smile of satisfaction was drawn on his lips.
- My error before.
You have gone through many things and it should have been more understanding.
Harlee interrupted him in the middle of the phrase ...