Bailey stared at the plates in front of her, her stomach recoiling at the sweet scent of the loquat syrup.

Poison. That man really did want her to eat poison

She was aware that he watched her, waiting for her to panic. But she didn’t.

Instead, she picked up her fork and put some food in her mouth, smiling as she did.

“Oh my, this taste delicious.” She said with exaggerated cheer, making humming sounds as she chewed, “my taste buds are definitely happy.” She said , and smacked her ...