Persuasion?
Fifteen secretly pouted.
That guy clearly kidnapped her, okay?!
She laughed at herself, "If I say he kidnapped me, would you believe it?"
Ivana Bennett shook her head, "I don't believe it!"
Fifteen shrugged, "But that's really the truth."
Ivana Bennett raised her hands, placing them on the dining table, her black eyes perceptively staring into her eyes.
"If Miss Fifteen truly wants to escape, there's always a way, isn't there?"
Facing Ivana's dark eyes, Fifteen suddenly felt seen through, she dropped her gaze and smiled to cover it up.
"If I escaped, I wouldn't be able to eat the Queen's Chinese food, would I?"
"Speaking of which." Ivana leaned back in her chair, "Phoebe's cooking is really delicious, right?"
That guy?
A vision of the steak placed in the pan flashed before Fifteen's eyes. Honestly, that guy's cooking skills weren't bad; they suited her taste.
However, Fifteen refused to admit this no matter what.
"I think...barely passable!"
