"It's nothing."
Ivor's eyes darkened slightly, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"As long as you enjoy it."
Hearing this, Cassia paused in her eating, glanced up and down at Ivor a few times, then shifted her gaze back to her food.
"Tell me, did you make this food?"
Ivor nodded, a low "mm" escaping from his throat.
Cassia hadn't expected that Ivor, who usually never lifted a finger in the kitchen, would cook for her sake one day.
And he had personally prepared the meal.
"Once you return to the villa, I'll cook for you daily."
Cassia was still quite uncomfortable with Ivor's sudden enthusiasm.
She pressed her lips together, slightly parting them. "I won't go."
"Cass, the villa is more suitable for your recovery. Isn't that a waste of time if your health doesn't impro
