Chapter 258

Roman whispered in her ear, "The kid's still growing. Don't crowd him."

Sloane fell silent. Fine, whatever.

The old woman placed some fruit on the table, along with a basket of steaming cinnamon rolls. The aroma was mouthwatering.

She smiled warmly. "Nothing fancy, I'm afraid. I just baked these cinnamon rolls. Please, help yourselves."

Everyone murmured thanks, but no one reached for the food rig