Chapter 321

When Yohan entered the living room, Clara was already seated on the couch. She had a small plate with a few pastries in her hand, and she was enjoying her snack. On the coffee table in front of her was a glass of freshly squeezed juice, just prepared by the maid. Seeing Yohan come in, Clara watched him as he approached and took a seat across from her. She extended the plate in her hand and asked, "Would you like some, Mr. Morris?" Yohan's eyes fixed on her charming face. His expression was still cold as he replied in a low voice, "I don't like pastries." "Oh, well, I'll have them, then," Clara said, retracting her hand. "Don't eat too many pastries. We're going to have dinner." "I'll just have a few pieces. They're freshly made today and really delicious. I love pastries." Yohan pursed his lips and remarked, "It seems there's nothing you don't like to eat." Clara laughed. "That's right. I'm not picky. I enjoy everything that's edible. I didn't like beef livers when I was young,