Fiona batted her eyelashes again, but this time accompanied by tears. He frowned as she let the tears flow and rushed to pick up her handbag, which Declan hadn't noticed. She ran out of his apartment.
Declan sighed with relief; finally, he had gotten rid of her. He felt a sudden sense of freedom. He made a mental note to change his PIN in case she played this kind of game again. He opened the food. She had clearly put effort into preparing it. Everything looked delicious and tempting. His stomach urged him to devour the food, but the fact that it was prepared by Fiona made him close it back up. He returned to his room and got dressed for the day. His house help would take care of the food.
