Just by looking at the message, Arielle could imagine Vinson’s sloppy face.
She typed her message swiftly and sent it to him, "I’ll have ravioli then. You can pick the flavor."
On the other end, Vinson let out an unsatisfied smile.
Is she cajoling me like I am a child?
He then replied, “You’ve promised to cook me ravioli for all your life. Why don’t you accompany me to a banquet next week? That’s settled, then.”
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