It was as if the scent had overlapped with a certain memory, causing him to grab onto some fleeting memories.
However, when he took another bite, there was only the sweet taste of the cake left in his mouth. It was sweet but not greasy, and it tasted really good.
Probably because Draven wanted to find the taste in his memory, he wanted to take another piece. As soon as he reached out his hand, he was slapped back by Sue.
"Cierra made them for me. I'm already giving you face by letting you eat one piece. How can you have the nerve to take it?"
Draven raised his head and glanced at Cierra.
Cierra just smiled, took a sip of coffee, and didn't want to say anything to help him out.
Draven thought. "Obviously, Cierra doesn't want to see me, just like my mother."
Instead of getting angry, Draven withdrew his hand silently and wiped his fingertips with a tissue.
"I'll go upstairs first. You can continue to talk."