Chapter 305

Roman was holding an elegant takeout bag.

Sloane, who had been too hungry to speak, instantly brightened when Roman handed her the bag. Her eyes lit up like stars. "Is that pecan pie?"

She looked at Roman with delight. "Is this for me?"

"Yeah," Roman replied. "You've probably cursed me a hundred times in your head for not letting you eat lunch."

Sloane mumbled, "Not quite that many."

Roman made an