Chapter 27: Stripped Clothes

Xandra froze. "What?"

Frederick smirked. "You can't cook, yet suddenly you're eager to please. So what's wrong with this soup?"

Xandra stayed quiet.

He really had a wild imagination.

"This soup wasn't made by me. Grandpa had the cook make it. You can drink it without worry."

Grandpa had the co...

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