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“No, I’m starving…” Jessica said those words, but her body was honest. And after his touch, her instinctive reactions only grew stronger. 

She hadn’t expected Zachary to be so impatient. In fact, it was almost too much for her to 

handle. 

But if they didn’t eat soon, all the food on the table would really go cold. 

She tried to pull away from his hold, but he held her tight, breathing roughly against her ear. Let’s eat first.” 

Blushing, Jessica pushed him away without another word. 

A faint hiss of laughter escaped him as he slowly released her, forcing down the fire burning 

inside him. 

Then, he calmly fastened the clasp on her back. 

“You had cilantro?” Zachary glanced at the garnish on the dish, recalling the faint taste that lingered on her lips when he kissed her earlier. 

Jessica nodded in response. 

Zachary said, “You don’t have to change yourself.” 

Jessica shook her head. “I’m not trying to. I just thought it tasted kind of nice when I tried it again.” 

Cilantro was something she used to despise and couldn’t even stand the smell of. Now, she had somehow grown to like it. 

“You cook well,” Zachary commented. 

Jessica smiled, not answering him. 

Derrick had always loved her cooking despite being picky to the extreme. 

But no matter how good her home–cooked food was, anything novel outside always seemed more appealing to him. It didn’t matter how trashy it was, as long as it was a source of fresh air. 

“Thanks for the flowers,” Jessica said suddenly. 

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Zachary replied, “I also got you something else.” 

“What is it?” 

Zachary set down his fork and pulled out two delicate boxes from his coat pocket. “Here. See if you like the color.” 

Jessica accepted them both and looked carefully. 

Even without opening them, the logo on the box gave it all away. They were handcrafted press -on nails, designed by a well–known artist. They weren’t something you could easily order. 

“Where’d you get these?” Jessica asked in surprise. 

“From my sister,” Zachary said. In truth, he’d spent an entire day begging her for them. 

“How’d you even know that these weren’t my real nails?” Jessica teased with a smile. 

“You left a couple on my bed.” Zachary shrugged. 

Last time, two nail pieces had gone missing. Jesscia thought that she had lost them at the 

police station, but it turned out that they had fallen on his bed. 

They didn’t even do much that day, so how did they even… 

Jessica’s cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, focusing on her meal instead. 

It was so awkward just thinking about it. 

Zachary caught the look on her face and couldn’t help but smile faintly. He said, “The company just signed a contract with Madame Mayhem today.” 

Jessica replied, “Really? That’s great news.” 

Zachary continued, “Madame Mayhem’s work has always been dealt with by Elsa, right? Did you know that?” 

Jessica had a subtle look of joy on her face. “I heard Elsie mention it before.” 

Curious, Zachary asked, “Have you met her before?” 

Jessica nodded in acknowledgment. “I have indeed. She’s quite pretty–about as pretty as I am. 

“Then, at the time…” Zachary wanted to ask why Jessica hadn’t just told him back about her connection to Madame Mayhem and spared him the months of searching. 

But then again, perhaps it had only been a brief encounter, so there was no reason for her to 

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Not privy to his thoughts, Jessica said, “Madame Mayhem doesn’t like the spotlight and rarely interacts with others. It’s hard to get in touch with her.” 

Zachary remarked, “Then, Elsa must be pretty amazing. Help me thank her when you can.” 

“Of course.” Jessica let out a sigh of relief. If he kept pressing, she’d probably slip up somewhere along the lines. 

She’d run the Madame Mayhem account in Sylvaria for over two years now, but she’d been so young back then. 

If she revealed herself too soon, the industry would eat her alive. 

Jessica needed to build up a reputation first. She needed more brand collaborations, private commissions, and a solid foundation before revealing herself. 

Ever since returning home, she’d thought about going public on numerous occasions. 

But her name in the domestic scene wasn’t strong enough just yet. Going public now would only draw backlash. 

Her fame was just starting to grow, and she needed more time. 

Zachary watched her quietly, catching the faintest shift in her expression with his usual, sharp gaze. 

Perhaps it was just instinct, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Madame Mayhem and the woman sitting across from him were somehow connected. 

Still, since she hadn’t said anything, he didn’t push her.