Chapter 522

An hour later, a blue Bugatti Veyron arrived at a neighborhood in the suburbs. It was a familiar place to Hera as she owned a house here. While she was guessing in her head, Tyler drove into one of the mansions, which happened to be right next to her house. "I thought we were going to have lunch, no?" she asked. "We are going to have lunch, but having your homecooked dishes is more meaningful than eating in a restaurant." He got out of the car and opened the car door for her. Words failed her. She had let her guard down. She shouldn't have let him make the choice. Nevertheless, she didn't refuse. With Tiramisu in her arms, she alighted from the car and scanned the area. There were no suspicious people or cars for now. She began to wonder if she was overthinking about the man she saw in the garden. Tyler noticed that something was wrong with her, but he didn't say a word about it. He opened the door and led her to the kitchen. Hera, who was hungry, put Tiramisu down. "What