Chapter 227 The Token Of Survival Granted by Shane

Charlotte hadn't had a good night's sleep. It was already past seven o'clock when she woke up in the morning. She hurriedly brushed her teeth, washed her face, then ran to the kitchen.

She was dumbfounded.

Shane was standing in front of the stove. His movements were elegant and natural as if he was carving a piece of art. He moved the food onto a plate and garnished it with several sauces.

Everything was done in one breath. It was as beautiful as a painting. 

"Let's eat." He looked up at her. "Do you think you'll be full just by standing there like a fool?"

"You woke up so early." Charlotte walked over and sat down.

"I'll take you to the supermarket to buy some groceries today."

Shane sat next to her, held her chin with his long fingers, and examined her cheeks.

It was indeed less swollen, but the wound was still healing. It might take a while for it to recover.

"Is there no food at home?"

"Yea."

"But today is Wednesday."

"I have a professional CEO."

Alright then.