Eryna looked at him and parted her lips.
“What should I call you then? The miser? Or the ever famous shoe face?”
“Shoeface?” Micah was speechless.
“Pfft! You don’t know?” She opened up the Oven door and pulled out a hot pot, and walked over to the counter, Micah followed her.
“What?”
“The maids call you that because you always have a long face,” Eryna chuckled as she lifted the lid off the pot and smelled the blissful aroma.
“How dare they? I should fire them all,” he responded with a bitter tone.
“Taste this first, and t*****e those poor souls afterward.”
Eryna lifted a spoonful of broth and took it close to Micah’s lips. She was looking up at him because he was a few/many inches taller than her. Micah couldn’t avoid the spoon so he welcomed it into his mouth. Eryna pulled out t
