Her preference

"It's not the first time. Why are you always so sensitive?"

At his words, Grace Quinn's ears turned bright red, and her slender waist involuntarily twisted.

The man pressed against her back. The thin shirt gradually transmitted the heat of his body to Grace.

It was like a ball of fire enveloping Grace, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

Grace felt the changes in the man's body behind her, and her ears quietly turned red.

She leaned to the side, trying to break free from his embrace, but the hand around her waist tightened its grip.

She frowned and looked at him. The man had taken off his coat and was wearing only a white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong arms that didn't match his refined appearance at all.

He had such a god-like face that seemed to be above worldly affairs, yet he had a highly aggressive muscular body.

Just like how, although he had the smell of high-end perfume on him, there was now a hint of cooking fumes mixed in.

But it was precisely this hint of cooking fumes that brought him down to earth.

Sometimes Grace thought he didn't look like a chaebol young master at all.

Who would have thought that such a noble-looking man was now full of lewd thoughts? He suddenly hugged her tightly from behind. "Don't move. Let me calm down."

The man's embrace was very warm, and his strength was so great that Grace felt a bit suffocated, so she didn't dare to wriggle around anymore.

She knew well the man's physical strength. Once he started, it wouldn't end in an hour or two.

Since she was already hungry, Grace was sensible enough to let him hold her obediently, like a doll.

After a few minutes, John lowered his eyes and glanced at the red wine glass in her hand, breaking the silence first. "Is it good?"

"To be honest, it's better than the ones I bought in the supermarket, which were 20 dollars for three with one free."

"You're quite honest." The man let out a low chuckle. She could clearly feel the vibration of his chest against her back.

This ambiguous and lingering atmosphere made her uncomfortable.

In the past, when they met, they went straight to the point without this flirting step.

She tried to break free from his embrace again. The big hand covering her hand grabbed her wrist, and all her little thoughts were laid bare in his eyes.

He let go of her waist and pinched her delicate chin with his fingers. "We've slept together so many times. Why didn't I notice you were so repelled by my touch before?"

Under his deep-set gaze, Grace changed the topic. "I'm hungry."

Even though they had been in close physical contact countless times, Grace was like a hedgehog, tightly guarded from the inside out, not giving anyone the slightest chance.

As soon as the restraint on her body loosened, Grace pushed aside the tall "wall of a man" in front of her and walked into the restaurant as if no one else was around.

Shortly after, John also followed in and pulled out a chair for her, looking very gentlemanly.

"You don't seem like the type to do these things."

The man sat down opposite her, his expression playful. "In your eyes, what should I do?"

"Ferociously twist someone's head off and use it as a stool."

As she said this, Grace raised her hand and made a gesture. In the candlelight, she looked extremely lively and cute, with a pair of bright and crafty eyes.

The sharp features of John also softened. He said seriously, "You're so humorous. This is a society ruled by law. Murder and arson are illegal. I'm a law-abiding citizen and never do anything illegal. Come on, try the craftsmanship of my... family chef."

A rich and unique fragrance wafted to Grace's nose. On the plate were slices of matsutake fried in butter.

Artificially cultivated matsutake doesn't have such a taste. These should be wild matsutake picked from the mountains, very fresh.

She took a bite. It was a special fragrance of soil and plants mixed after the rain in the forest. The texture was smooth and refreshing, something that artificial cultivation couldn't achieve.

As she chewed carefully, the fragrance quietly spread between her lips and teeth, greatly stimulating her appetite.

She hadn't eaten any greasy food for dinner for a long time.

"The matsutake were dug out from the mountains this morning. Beef has a very low calorie. There are only 125 calories in 100 grams. You can eat more without getting fat."

His voice was steady, his eyes deep. He spoke with confidence, and his every move exuded nobility, showing a bit more of the demeanor of a young nobleman.

Grace looked at him, her mood complicated.

She had mentioned it casually during their meeting last month, and he had remembered it.

When she was dating Alex Hoffman, his male - chauvinistic ideas were deeply ingrained.

Even though he was always chasing after Grace, the gap in their identities made him believe that it was only a matter of time before Grace fell in love with him.

After all, for Grace Quinn, he was the best choice.

He could amuse her within a reasonable range, but it didn't mean he would change his class-based thinking.

His love was like floating flowers on flowing water, superficial. He often did things that he thought were touching, but in the end, he only moved himself.

Grace had seen this clearly a long time ago, so she never fell in love with Alex.

Alex always took her to various high-end restaurants and ordered many expensive dishes that she didn't like. He tried to change her eating preferences.

But John didn't. During the last home visit, the butler specially brought out low-calorie pastries to entertain her. She thought it was a coincidence.

Now it seemed not. That seemingly rough-tempered man was trying to accommodate her.

Seeing that she didn't pick up the knife and fork, the man looked at her. "Still want to eat salad?"

Just as Grace was about to answer, a woman's scream came from outside, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet garden.

"Help! Fire!!!"