"No! Not a single piece," Sebastian said firmly. "It's specially made for Sophia. It's not for you."
Sebastian realized that he had spoken too quickly. But Raphael's fork was about to touch Sophia's favorite dish. If he didn't say it now, it would be too late.
He had asked Chef Phil to cook different dishes every day, but Sophia only liked this one dish. How could he allow Raphael to eat it? He had already asked Phil to prepare so many dishes, yet the first one Raphael reached for was Sophia's favorite dish!
"Oh, it's specially made for Sophia." Olivia and Raphael both let out a long sound simultaneously and looked at him with an evil smile.
'Is it specially made for me?' Sophia felt warmth spread in her heart when she heard this.
She ate a big piece, and a familiar flavor burst in Sophia's mouth. It was refreshing, not greasy, and had a natural fragrance.
