Chapter 585

Upon seeing Elara, Cillian tightened his grip on his pen, his knuckles turning white. Coldly, he replied, "No, I don't like greasy food."

He refocused on the documents, his frown revealing how upset he was. It would take a fool not to recognize that Cillian was angry with her.

Elara bit her lip and took a deep breath before entering the study. As she approached, Cillian looked up and snapped, "I'm