Who are you?
Upon hearing Jason's question, the people around him were taken aback.
That included the female pastry chef herself, who also paused in bewilderment.
Then, the female pastry chef spoke with a hint of confusion,
"I'm Giselle, aren't I?"
The frown on Jason's face deepened.
Just a moment ago, he could confirm that the scent of the female pastry chef had changed slightly, like a steamy sensation similar to boiling fish, but now she had reverted to her original sweet scent.
What's going on?
Jason's nostrils flared instinctively.
It wasn't the smell of 'food.'
There was no malice either.
Jason was puzzled.
Concern showed in the female pastry chef's eyes, which was shared by Edward, Bansey, and the others.
Griffin muttered subconsciously,
"Do you think…"
"Could he be sick?"
"Is he dangerous?"
"He wouldn't bite someone, would he?"
Slap!
Another slap was heard.
It was the female pastry chef who delivered it again.
"Why did you hit me?"
