With a curious glance at him, Loraine probed, “That Tillie had such a peculiar reaction upon seeing you. Aren*t
you curious about who she thought you were?”
Marco scoffed, “I don’t resemble anyone. | am who | am. | have no interest in such nonsensical speculations.”
Despite his curiosity about his biological mother — after discovering
Laura wasn’t his birth mother - he had abandoned any further investigation upon encountering the disdainful
attitude of the Bryant family and his father’s reluctance to reveal anything. Marco deduced that his birth
mother’s background was nothing to boast about. How could he have any connection to the Cruz family?
Choosing not to delve deeper into this matter, he smiled at Loraine,
“It’s a relief they left. Now, you can rest peacefully. Had Ariadna stayed, | would've arranged a room change for
you.”
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Loraine gave him a scornful look.
“Weren't you the one who kept disturbing my peace?”
Caught off guard, Marco deflected and shifted the conversation to the lunchbox in his hand. “Weren't you
hungry? I've brought all the dishes you mentioned earlier. It’s tfor your meal.”
As he spoke, Marco casually settled down beside her bed, an intimate gesture that took Loraine by surprise.
It occurred to her then that they had been in a heated argument not too long ago.
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Despite the interruption by Tillie, she found her anger subsiding. Yet, letting Marco off so easily seemed too
lenient to her.
Just a moment ago, they were locked in a cold war, and now, they were sharing a meal on the sbed. The
rapid shift was a bit too much for her.
Unsettled by the situation, Loraine was about to request Marco to shift when he calmly opened the Lunchbox,
revealing an array of dishes she had requested.
The food was visually appealing, a varied assortment of dishes accompanied by ample soup. Despite her mixed
feelings of annoyance and helplessness, Loraine found herself unable to resist the food and glared at Marco.
This sly man must have planned this!
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The food box towered half a meter high, Large and stacked with multiple layers, brimming with an assortment of
dishes that Loraine had mentioned to purposely vex Marco.
Staring at the various dishes, Loraine was in shock. She had thrown out the names of the dishes randomly just to
drive Marco away. Had he taken it so seriously that he went through the trouble of ordering each and every one
of them?
Did he actually visit each restaurant and engage different chefs?
Her emotions stirred at the thought, but as soon as the food was served, she realized the trick and couldn't help
but feel a mix of amusement and irritation.
Marco was becoming quite the crafty one!