Chapter 96 Wish Him Ill

The broth was a complicated affair, taking hours to prepare each time.

Evander would drink it eagerly when unwell, only to complain about its smell and shoo her away once he recovered.

Looking back, Oriana felt the urge to curse Evander for his foolishness, and her past self for her own blind devotion.

Now, she had no interest in the matter. She simply held out her draft invitation, blinking with