Chapter 719

Camilla, who hadn't eaten all day, slowly sipped the soup. Desmond had cooked it to perfection.

"Is it good?" Desmond asked. Camilla nodded and took a few more sips, not saying a word or picking on anything.

"Try the foie gras I made," Desmond said, using his fork to serve her some. He wasn't in a hurry to eat himself.

Callum raised his arm. "Mr. Daddy Dance, I want some too!"

"You little rascal,"