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Chapter 112: Pasta and Steak

Alison knew her situation well. Injured as she was, escaping Oliver’s control was impossible. Accepting this, she leaned back against the wall in silent resignation. Without warning, Oliver lifted her and placed her on the kitchen counter. Alison was momentarily stunned, unsure of his intentions. Then, Oliver removed his jacket. His deep blue shirt clung tightly to his muscular frame, emphasizing every line of his physique. Alison blinked in confusion, trying to process what was happening. Just as she prepared to escape, a warm piece of clothing was suddenly draped over her head. "Wear it," Oliver ordered, his voice firm. Alison tilted her head in confusion, her eyes searching his face for an explanation. But Oliver, unbothered by her bewilderment, rolled up his sleeves and began cleaning up the egg she had dropped earlier. Alison stared, wide-eyed, unsure if she was dreaming. She watched in disbelief as Oliver, completely unfazed by her shock, retrieved fresh ingredients from the

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