Chapter 1193

Maeve glanced into the kitchen, where Hugh emerged, apron-clad and carrying a pot. His expression was innocent and unassuming. "Ms. Scott, I made soup for you and Mr. Spencer," he said. Lyra and Charlie exchanged incredulous looks. "How does this kid manage to have two completely different masks?" they questioned innerly. Charlie was sure he hadn't gotten the wrong look. Just moments ago, Hugh seemed like a brooding teenager, and now he wore an expression of pure innocence. "Just put it down," Maeve instructed. Hugh obediently set the pot on the table and retreated back to the kitchen. Charlie noticed Maeve and Zion had no intention of tasting the soup and asked, "Aren't you two going to try it?" "No need. It's not edible anyway," Maeve replied. Lyra was skeptical, so she leaned in and lifted the lid, revealing chicken soup. She sniffed at it, but it bore no aroma. After taking a sip, her face twisted in confusion. "How did he manage to make a dish taste both delicious and