Not A Problem

Angered, Kaylin angrily slapped his wolf claws away. "If you think I didn't cook well, you can eat half of the steak." She took off her apron, placed the three dishes and a portion of soup on the tray, and personally placed them on the dining table, indicating that she should eat with him.

Luis deliberately found fault with him. "Then, I asked Dane to find a Chinese food chef for you, but you took the initiative instead?"

Kaylin took out his chopsticks and knocked away the chopsticks that had reached over. "I'm already a disguised prisoner. I can eat whatever I want."

The manager glanced at the reserved and silent Rosalie and cut straight to the point. "If you help me do one thing, I will forgive your rudeness."

"When did 'use' become 'help'?" Kaylin sighed helplessly. "What's the matter? Tell me."

"I'm removed from the council. If you can stop the letter that is about to be sent out, you can eat whatever you want in the future."