Chapter 556

Beckett looked sadly at the barbecue rib that had fallen on the floor, his face filled with regret.

Elara glanced toward the kitchen door and said coolly, "Scout wants to eat the dishes I make. Mr. Sterling, you probably already had dinner, right?"

Cillian's gaze hardened. Was Elara implying that she didn't want him to have dinner with them? For some reason, that thought made him feel uncomfortabl