His Beloved Mate

Cassie had only heard of the audition before, but she didn't go to the scene. She became interested and said with a smile, "Okay, I will go there tomorrow."

Dylan walked into the room with a plate of egg tarts in his hand. He put it casually on the desk and said, "It's roasted. Do you like it?"

Smelling the familiar and attractive smell, Cassie smiled and said, "Wow, capitalist, since when have you become so free to cook?"

She picked up an egg tart and took a bite. "Well, it's so delicious!"

Looking at the book in his hand, Dylan chuckled and said, "As I said, it was roasted casually. Do you think I'm as idle as you?"

Cassie made a face at him. "A little. By the way, I'm going to watch the audition of Rafael tomorrow, the heroine of 100 Days of Sweet Love. Would you like to go with me?"

All of a sudden, the motion of turning the pages of the book stopped. Dylan looked up at Cassie and said with a smile, "The audition of honey is in the Swan Holiday Inn under the Lu family. I happen to be going to check the financial statements of this month. I can take you along."

With a smile, Cassie said, "Thank you."

Outside the door, Belle knocked on the door, "Sir, Cassie, what would you like to eat for dinner? I'll cook it."

Cassie put away the snacks and said with a smile, "Belle, don't cook today. Let me do it."

"You do it?" Dylan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, can't I? Last time, I promised you that I would cook for you, but you took it. And you said that I still have a lot of chances to cook for you. Please congratulate me in advance on the success of turning on 100 Days of Sweet Love?"

After staring at her for a while, Dylan suddenly smiled and said, "Don't blow up the kitchen."

Cassie rolled her eyes and said, "You don't trust me so much."

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In the kitchen

making western food and Belle was helping her. While Cassie was dealing with the steak in her hand, she asked, "Belle,

"What? Why do you ask

covered her mouth subconsciously. Oh, no, would the secret

quickly smiled and said, "Well, I'm afraid that if I cook something he doesn't like, he will blame me for wasting

and said, "Mr. Dylan likes stewed beef with red wine and fried goose liver in French style. But I'm not in charge of this. There's a chef at home who is responsible

curiously, "What?

good at this, so he deliberately found a teacher to teach him. The egg tarts you just ate

Well, he was specially roasted for her, and he insisted that it

you been working

to take care of you and sir. But Mr. Dylan said that

Cassie suddenly turned a little red, and even her heart became soft, like a feather,

who didn't take things seriously would suffer losses. Cassie told us the truth.

"Ah-"

pain in her hand and threw the knife in her hand. Then she found that her finger was

was startled and quickly said,

cut off suddenly in the West Mountain Linyu. She asked, "Belle, do you know why the capitalist is so afraid

suddenly stopped washing vegetables. She was stunned and asked,

that day because of the short power cut of the West Mountain Linyu. Don't you

wash vegetables. She smiled and said, "Mr. Dylan has his own way of doing things. As servants, we shouldn't interfere too much. But

Not rude?

Belle have another definition of "rude"?

because she accidentally broke into his study. He even scolded her and asked her to get out. It was hard to tell whether

found that the steak she had fried in the

a

two things at the same time

a bitter face, Cassie said, "I won't do that

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