Owe her?
How could she not know that there was something Mason King still owed her?
"Hungry?" The man understood the momentary confusion in her eyes but didn't answer. His deep voice was right next to her lips.
Suzanne Trent nodded with a big bouquet of roses in her arms. As she nodded, her chin accidentally touched the rose petals, which were cool and refreshing. The roses were really fresh and stunning, with a strong rose fragrance.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
There was already a Michelin-starred restaurant in the hotel, and they had eaten a lot of various seafood recently, so she wasn't very interested in Western cuisine. As for other dishes, Suzanne actually preferred the rare times when Mason King cooked for her. They were even more delicious than many signature dishes in outside restaurants.
"Let's go."
Go?
To eat?
Just like this, with the flowers?