Maid for the Billionaire
“And this, I made leche flan, I missed the taste so I made some.”
I furrowed my brows and walked closer, then sat on the sofa, looking at the array of food in front of me. I glanced at Kalix, “Cousin, you eat this much now? I didn’t know. It looks like Samantha cooks well, that’s why you’ve eaten a lot?” I looked at another paper bag beside Samantha, which he didn’t take. “Hey, Samantha, what’s in that one? Is that food too? You guys eat a lot, and you didn’t even invite me—”
I stopped as Samantha pulled out a box, still smiling, “There you go, silly.”