At the end of the glamorous candlelight dinner, the butler brought them two servings of blueberry cheesecake with a scoop of blueberry and vanilla ice cream swirl each, complete with sprinkled nut topping.
The cheese layer was so tender that it practically melted in the mouth.
The combined flavor of blueberry and vanilla ice cream was so sweet, but it did not stick to the throat. It was like eating a scoop of cloud.
The entire dinner was so fulfilling that for once Ronan did not utter a single word of complaint.
Good-mooded and a little tipsy from the wine, he decided to talk about some stuff in the past.
"Say, Lulu," Ronan spoke to his mate. "Did you really think that Lillian's baby was mine?"
Lucien hummed.
"Well, judging from the rate of how you went from bed to bed, it was not unlikely, was it?"
Ronan cleared his throat.
