When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 67

Lemira was momentarily caught off guard.

He said her hands weren't made for cooking. She thought he'd be pleased.

Orion stood there, his demeanor gentle, his tone even, "You don't have to do this to impress me."

A tightness formed in Lemira's chest; her actions were just instinctive, a desire to do something nice. But it seemed Orion saw right through her.

Lemira fiddled with a lock of hair near her ear, "Well, okay then."

"The housekeeper will be here soon to make dinner."

Lemira didn't insist. She sneaked a glance at Orion, feeling that he was somehow formidable. Just like the man she'd had a crush on in her past life.

That man had always tried to show her how her brothers weren't good to her, a reality she refused to accept, leading to her tragic end.

Orion's way of speaking was so similar! As this thought crossed her mind, Lemira started to wonder if Orion was the man from her past life.

She was caught in a dilemma. If only she'd met that man in her past life, she'd surely recognize him now.

Soon, the housekeeper arrived, quickly preparing a feast.

The dishes were basically all Lemira's favorites, just looking at them made her mouth water.

She bowed her head and ate earnestly.

Orion, seeing her eat, remarked, "Can't find these at the Langston's?"

Lemira paused, "Evelina has health issues, so she can't eat spicy food, making our meals quite bland."

So, she hardly ever got to eat what she loved at home.

Orion felt a lump in his throat, his breathing constricted as if stuffed with cotton. Despite being a wealthy heiress, her life seemed worse off than that of an ordinary girl.

He should have come sooner.