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    Chloe often spoke about Christina, but she had always omitted the detail that Dn used to cook for Christina constantly, making her meals himself.


    She worried Vickie couldn’t handle that painful information, especially considering that when Vickie was gravely ill and unable to eat, she had repeatedly begged Dn to make her a simple bowl of porridge. He had always refused.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    Thinking about it now, Chloe felt a powerful surge of conviction about just how truly heartless and detached her own brother was.


    Chloe epted the me for her own fallout with the Scott family, but she couldn’t understand what either Christina or Vickie had ever done to deserve his cruelty.


    Vickie, despite knowing Dn had loved Christina, never once showed any jealousy or hostility. She treated Christina with genuine kindness and thoughtfulness, a sharp contrast to her brother’s icy, unfeeling demeanor.


    Christina’s brows drew together briefly before she smoothed them with a faint smile and took a delicate bite of the creamy pork tenderloin. “Mmm, it’s really delicious,” she said courteously.


    Her manners were impable, yet there was an edge to Vickie that put Christina on edge and tried her patience.


    “If you like it, have some more,” Vickie said, her tone overly sweet as she eagerly added several more pieces to Christina’s te.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    And while she was at it, she added with a smile, “As far as I remember, Dn was never fond of greasy, fatty foods. He prefers to eat—”


    Before she could finish, Dn reached over, picked out a particrly fatty piece of the tenderloin, and ced it in his mouth with a perfectly straight face.


    “You remembered wrong,” he said coolly. “I like it.”


    He chewed slowly and deliberately, and after swallowing, went for another piece. There wasn’t a hint of distaste on his face—in fact, he looked as though he was genuinely savoring it.


    “Sulent, not greasy. Very vorful,” he added evenly, as if giving a food critic’s review.AdChoicesADVERTISING


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    Of course, he’d like anything Chrissie liked. What a ridiculous attempt—trying to humiliate her with something as trivial as food.


    Dn’s dislike for Vickie deepened. She wasn’t being subtle; she wanted to make Chrissie look small. But as long as he was here, that wasn’t going to happen.


    If it weren’t for Vinson, and the need to maintain this act with Chrissie, he would have thrown Vickie out already. Her presence made even a simple meal feel suffocating.


    Vickie’s cheeks burned crimson. She darted a helpless nce at Chloe, silently begging for rescue.


    She could’ve sworn Dn avoided fatty food—so why was he eating creamy pork tenderloin now as if it were his favorite dish?


    “Vickie, you must’ve remembered wrong. My brother loves creamy pork tenderloin,” Chloe said lightly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.


    It was true—Dn never had an issue with the dish. He didn’t usually eat much of it, but never refused it either.


    Perhaps once, Vickie had served him something overly greasy, and his polite refusal had led her to believe he disliked all fatty foods.


    But this dish was different—rich in vor without being heavy, the kind that melted in the mouth.


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