Chapter 212 The Intel I Wasn't Supposed To Hear
- I tapped the corner of my own mouth to show him. Robert pulled out a napkin and wiped the sauce away. After we finished the pasta, the chef brought over a slice of cake.
- I handed Robert a fork, then dug mine into the cake and took a bite.
- The soft sponge and cream melted together on my tongue, sweet without being cloying.