Page 78 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

“Shall I place an order to the mainland?”

“Yes. And we shall have a tasting. That’s what I want to do. For our honeymoon. But it can’t all be good foods. You have to get packaged foods. Processed foods. From America. Because they are the best ones.”

“You say that with a great deal of authority.”

“Iknowso. We did another grocery trip our first time back to America. We grew up there, you see, but of course, then moved to England.”

“Yes. I did realize that.”

“So we shall place an order.”

“I’ll leave that to you, Jessie, since you’re the one with so many opinions.”

“You’re about to get a few more of your own.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HEDIDN’TKNOWquite why he had allowed his wife to take the wheel on this. Perhaps because it didn’t matter. Perhaps because it made her happy, and that made him want to... He wasn’t exactly sure. Make her smile, perhaps, because she had been quite unhappy with him right after the wedding.

And this had seemingly made her happy, and that made him... It was something.

When he came downstairs after spending a few hours going over his accounts, two days after they had first arrived at the house, he found Jessie sitting with a pile of food packages around her, and a wide grin on her face. “I’m setting up a tasting.”

“Jessie, this is maniacal.” He looked around and saw boxes of unnaturally colored toaster pastries, and brightly colored cereals and that was just the breakfast section.

“They were able to fly in hamburgers from a couple of restaurant chains. They’re in these little thermal containers to keep them warm. Is it not delightful?”

“It’s insane.”

“Come be insane with me, then. We are going to figure out what your actual favorite food is.”

He’d never thought about it because he didn’t care. He was powered by the desire for revenge. The need to destroy his father. The need to play the part that he was required to in order to accomplish what he wanted to.

Build his own empire. Disgrace that family name. Then he had done so. Along the way, there had been pleasures, but none of it had been specific. The food had been good. The sex was satisfying.

Being with Jessie was specific. And now she was asking him to find that with food.

It was a strange thing, and yet he found he couldn’t deny her.

“All right,” he said, sitting down on the low sofa across from all the food. “Bring me something to eat.”

She picked up a box of toaster pastries and laughed happily while she opened it. “These are my favorite. They’re wild berry.”

“Is a wild berry neon blue and purple?”

“These magical mystical wild berries that are fashioned in a lab are. And they’re delicious. All we have to do is put them in the toaster.” She took the little silver package and shook it in front of him. “Come on.”

“This is very strange, and so are you,” he said.

“You say that like it’s something that should bother me. But you know that it doesn’t. I’m perfectly happy being strange. I never had a hope of being normal.”

Neither of them had, he supposed. The toaster pastry heated quickly, and he could honestly say he wasn’t a fan. She took it from him and finished what he didn’t. “Too sweet, you say?” she asked.

“Definitively.”

“We can probably skip the sugary cereal, then. But I find that highly suspicious.”

“What do you find suspicious?”

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