Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 890 - Disappearance of the Flame Dragon God's Access Key
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 745- Stunning auction item part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 771: The Myriad Immortals Cauldron
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 198 - Elemental Dungeon: Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 03.12 - Good Sunny Days
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 070: Advancing to a Heavenly Dynasty
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 157: War Rights
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3720: Nanming Yuyan
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 255: Gossiping
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 408: A Perfume Sachet
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 072: Luo Li: Are You Going to Reason with Me?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 926: I Need to Cool Down
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 32: Run, Run!
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 254: First Cripple Him
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744.5- 250 thousand crystals
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 889 - Mind-Boggling Wealth
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744- 250 thousand crystals part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 770: The Power of Spacetime
Breakfast and dinner were viewed to be the two most important meals on the Sia Continent. This was not just arbitarily decided; it was tied to how the labor force functioned too.
Regardless of whether one was a diligent farmer or an astute shopkeeper, a good meal in the morning granted them the energy required to last through the day. Work naturally concluded at sunset due to the exorbitant price of lighting, and workers would return home to have a hearty dinner.
In contrast, the middle child known as lunch wasn’t as highly regarded, often thought to be something to ‘get it over and done with’. However, the truth was that lunch was important, especially to patients.
At the dining table, Charlotte’s face was still slightly flushed from her earlier bath, though her complexion looked worse than before. Roel wasn’t too surprised as Grace had already given him a heads up that Charlotte was relying on cosmetics to appear like her usual self.
“Does my complexion look horrible?”
“Of course not.”
“Liar. I can see the worry in your eyes.”
“…”
Charlotte’s eyes drooped as she self-consciously touched her own face. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to redo her make-up to conceal her unsightly complexion. But before she could do anything, Roel stepped in and stopped her.
“Do you honestly think that I would stop worrying once you conceal your complexion? That’s impossible. That’ll only make me feel more uneasy from not knowing your true condition.”
“But…”
“No buts. Charlotte, I don’t want you to conceal your condition from me anymore… or is my worry burdening you?”
“Of course not!”
“It’s settled then.”
“… Darling, you can be cunning at times.”
Persuaded by the smiling Roel to return to her chair, Charlotte grumbled with an annoyed pout. She felt like she had lost to his sharp tongue. Her rare show of disgruntlement amused Roel, evoking a chuckle from him.
He knew that he was persuasive, but he wasn’t so conceited to think that he was a match for Charlotte, who had been brokering business deals from a young age. She could
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