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It took Ahneeka fifteen trial before she was able to get he distinct taste of the breakfast Lawrence requested.

She was grateful deep within her that he had been kind enough and willing to wait for her to return I'm with a different food each of those fifteen trials, though at an instance the tenth time, he had thrown the dish of food at her face after insulting her for being an "embarrassment" to womanhood of course.

She looked away from him, turning her gaze towards the wall clock. A lot of time had gone since when she started cooking,even a baby would be able to tell that from the rays of sun that was continuously seeping into the dining.

"I'll tell the nannies to take you under their care and teach you how to cook. It appears to me that your a very bad chef and I wouldn't want mediocrity to handle the meals I eat" Lawrence said.

She turned her head away from the window she had shifted her attention to and was staring at. Obviously he was lying, trying to find something new to spi
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