Chapter 287

It was nearing noon when Pearl helped Marc to his feet, pulled out a small table, and arranged the dishes she had brought.

Marc gazed at the array of food, and suddenly, he chuckled.

Pearl, observing the smile on Marc's face, found it rather awkward and peculiar, no matter how she looked at it. What was the man thinking? Why did he suddenly laugh?

After all, she had performed brain surgery on him