“Owen, I'll find a place where you and the others can sleep in a Little while. We don't have the luxuries that you and the others are accustomed to. So, please make do with what I can offer."

"Thank you, Erica. I'm mot picky," Owen replied as casually as possible. Since his boss hadn't grumbled about this place, he didn't dare to complain.

Back in Alorith, it was Owen's job to do odd jobs for Matthew. He, thus, felt very uncomfortable standing by while Erica was cooking. And so, he offered, “Erica, let me help you.”

“No, I'm good. Just wait outside. The noodles will be ready soon!"

Erica replied with a smile. About ten minutes Later, the noodles were ready.

Just as Owen was about to say something, he heard his boss summoning him.

"Owen," Matthew called out.

"On my way!" Owen answered as he spun on his heels and left the kitchen.

Several minutes later, Erica returned to her room with a bowl of steaming noodles. With a smile, she placed the bowl in front of

Matthew.

Then, she turned to Owen and said, “I've cooked a lot. If you are hungry, help yourself to some food."

Upon hearing this, Owen glanced at Matthew, hoping for a reaction that would help him decide. But his boss kept his eyes on the bowl of noodles. So, he politely refused.

"Thank you, Erica. I had some food earlier, but Matthew hasn't eaten anything since noon."

Previously, when the couple were making out in the alley, Owen, the drivers, and the bodyguards had found something to eat. They were afraid that Matthew would dislike it, so they didn't bring any for him.

"It doesn't matter. I have made a lot. Even if you eat a large bowl of noodles, there will still be plenty left. Well, I'll get you a bowl.”

Afraid that he was shy, Erica turned and headed for the kitchen.

Owen immediately followed her and refused in fear.

"No, no, no. I can do it myself!" He was afraid that his boss would teach him a lesson if

Erica had to serve him.

“Okay.” Erica didn't force him. She stood by as he went to the kitchen.

A few moments Later, she turned to look at Matthew. The man was still glaring at the noodles in his bowl. It appeared as though he didn't want to eat.

Erica walked forward. After sitting next to him, she urged, “Eat while the noodles are still hot."

Matthew Lifted his head and gazed at her.

“Is this what you usually eat?" She had placed some chopped green onions, vegetables, and mushrooms above the noodles. There was no meat in the food.

"Yes." Erica was accustomed to eating Like this. She propped her chin on her hands and said, "Don't worry. The noodles are definitely cooked.