“Are you just going to keep standing?” Morgan asked, filling his mouth with a full spoon of rice.

Olivia sat down, waiting for a handful of reprimands, but none came, as Morgan was invested in the meal before him.

She had prepared Adobo chicken, Lechon, tamarind broth and veggies. Her gaze scoured his face to see any visible change, of dissatisfaction or enjoyment.

But his face remained aloof, not giving out an expression that showed how he felt.

Soon, the food was finished. Morgan stood ...