Cerillo's expression darkened instantly.
Mooresa, wishing she could vanish on the spot, hurriedly explained, "That's not true, I made sure it was all clean!"
Cerillo glanced at her coolly, "Didn't you say your mother made this?"
Mooresa choked, whispering, "I was just afraid that if I told you l made it, you wouldn't eat it. So, I said it was made by my mom..."
"Oh," Cerillo responded, his tone indifferent, "Then, there's no need to make it anymore."
Mooresa's face turned pale at his words.
She noticed Cerillo leaning back in his chair, hands casually resting on the armrests, his expression blank. Yet, from the look in his eyes, it was clear he was actually amused!
And his gaze... it hadn't shifted from Julissa for even a moment!Julissa, that sly fox!
Mooresa felt a sting of injustice,
"Cerillo..."
