It seemed that Lorenzo had spotted her trick; he wasn't about to let her off the hook.
"The bracelet..."
Fabiola clenched her fists. He always threatened her with this, but she was powerless to resist. "FINE!" she agreed helplessly.
But she still swallowed fearfully when she looked at the pasta that had been covered in red paprika.
Was this really going to be eaten ...
"What's wrong, it's not delicious?" Lorenzo asked knowingly.
Humph, Fabiola thought with chagrin; she wasn't stupid, but how did she keep getting bullied by him?
"I...suddenly remembered that I'm not hungry at all, so why don't I give you all of it?" Fabiola said sarcastically, but suddenly her stomach rumbled with hunger.
"No... not me!" Fabiola cursed her stomach for not holding out a little longer; the sound made
