Chapter 81.

Laurel whispered her excitement as she digged in, shoving spoons and spoons of the meals into her mouth.

She hummed in delight. She had a feeling it wasn't ordered but homemade. She also knew who may have prepared the dish. It was Lucas Dante. The mafia who loved to cook for himself. Never has Laurel seen Lucas order food for himself.

He would always come to the kitchen to drink water, always water! "How does he even keep in shape?" Laurel asked the ceiling with her mouth full. But of food fell out.

Meanwhile,

Lucas paused when he heard the creaking of the door. Yes! He screamed to the heavens. If she wouldn't come talk to him, he would prepare something she would love to eat.

Lucas knew he had put his all and all in that dish and nobody rejects the dish he makes. He turned to his left, frowning when he saw Cecil scraping bits of pasta from the pan he had just used.

"Really?" Lucas asked dryly.