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57| Fruit juice.

"Do you like it?" Axel asked Reese, as he took a bite of the French toast in his hand.

They were at the dining table, eating, with his gaze fixed on her.

She hoisted her head up to look at him. "Not bad, but Daniella makes better French toasts."

He raised a brow. "Who is Daniella?"

"Daniella?" She took a bite of her French toast and swallowed before she continued. "Daniella is my friend."

She lied. Daniella wasn’t her friend. She was the cook in her father’s mansion, and she couldn’t have told Axel who Daniella really was because she didn’t want him to know that she came from a wealthy family. Letting him know about her social status would make him want to know why she was working for him since her family was wealthy, and she knows very well how things might turn out, which is why she lied.

"The one I met at your house last Saturday?" He asked, raising his brow.

"No." She shook her head. "That’s Lucy."

He took a bite of his French toast. "You have too many friends."

"Do you even
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