After the mutton was cooked, Damien pressed upon her head and said, “Eat meat.”

Irina, engrossed in watching the match, bit the meat that Damien delivered to her mouth without even looking. She was about to continue watching when she tasted a strong pungent taste in her mouth, bringing about a nauseated feeling.

“Ooh!” Irina turned her head away and spat out the food in her mouth, together with the starch noodles she ate in the afternoon.

Damien and Winston’s countenance changed, and they hurriedly came to her side.

“What’s the matter?” Damien’s face turned pale as he stared at the meat in his hand. “Does the meat I roasted...