It was late in the evening, but Luca insisted on eating supper with Juliette.
Juliette then left the kitchen and went back to her room to wear a brassiere. She had learned her lesson. She should never roam around the house without anything underneath again.
'There's a pervert under the roof!' Juliette reminded herself again and again.
Juliette couldn't believe her eyes when she came back to the kitchen. As she sat on the kitchen stool, she watched in disbelief at Luca's back as he prepared supper.
'Is he really cooking for me?' Juliette thought in awe.
"You're definitely not making me eat meat at this time of the night," Juliette openly protested when she realized what he was preparing.
Luca planned to serve her beefsteak, and her diet-conscious woman body would never let her eat that greasy thing very late at night.
"Well, how unfortunate. I love meat. The only meat I don’t cook is that of humans."
Juliette grimaced at the morbid idea of eating human flesh.
