Chapter 397

Cillian nodded with a smile. "Alright. What would you like for lunch? I'll bring it to you."

Elara was taken aback by Cillian's unexpectedly pleasant demeanor. She hesitated for a moment before replying awkwardly, "No need. I've bought groceries and will cook for myself."

"Okay. If you're free tonight, we—" Cillian began.

"I'm not free," Elara interrupted, slamming the door in his face.

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