#Chapter40

Eryna looked at him and parted her lips.

“What should I call you then? The miser? Or the ever famous shoe face?”

“Shoeface?” Micah was speechless.

“Pfft! You don’t know?” She opened up the Oven door and pulled out a hot pot, and walked over to the counter, Micah followed her.

“What?”

“The maids call you that because you always have a long face,” Eryna chuckled as she lifted the lid off the pot and smelled the blissful aroma.

“How dare they? I should fire them all,” he responded with a bitter tone.

“Taste this first, and torture those poor souls afterward.”

Eryna lifted a spoonful of broth and...