Chapter 267

“Hey, Desmond, don't be angry. Can't I state the facts?” Donovan said. “Anyway, that's all in the past. Now, our Coralie is the one you hold dear.”

Desmond's tone remained icy. “Didn't bring roasted potatoes to continue pleasing her today?”

“First, I'm afraid of getting hit, and second,” Donovan chuckled, “I got Coralie some warm milk. She's on her period today, and something warm would make her