Trista’spov

Donald cooked in the kitchen and soon asked the servants to deliver the delicious food to the room.

"My cooking is different from that of a cook. Which one is better?" He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my praise.

I swept around. How can I finish eating so many exquisite delicacies?

"I don't know when you can change your extravagant and wasteful habit?" I said , "how meaningful would it be to help people in need of money?"

"If you marry me now, mine is yours. Donate as much as you want. My secondary card is yours?"

My heart moved violently.

"Try it. How does it...