Mark moved aside to let the waiter in. Then, he let out a helpless sigh and shook his head. Mark thought Peter would never allow him to be hungry.

After that, the waiter left.

Mark took a shower before taking the cold medicine.

His laptop was on the coffee table. There, he was concocting a business proposal.

Since Mark wasn't hungry, he only took a few bites casually as he read.

Then he abruptly stopped eating. Somehow, these dishes tasted familiar to him.

They tasted like dishes he had for lunch the past few days, cooked by his domestic servants.

Mark was a sensitive man and easily sensed that something was wrong.

These dishes weren't cooked by a five-star hotel chef. Rather, they tasted like they were cooked from home.

He looked at the dishes and studied them carefully.

Then, he took out his phone and dialed the landline number of the villa in Duefron. After a few rings, a servant answered the call.

“Is my mom asleep?" Mark asked in a deep voice.

Immediately, the servant recognized Mark's voice and responded gleefully, “She just fell asleep. You've been on business trips these days, and she could relaxed a little. Just this morning, she mentioned that she didn't need to buy groceries to cook a lot of different dishes every day."

Mark swallowed as his throat grew parched.

"This entire time, she's been cooking for me and having it delivered to my office?" he asked.

"Yes, she wouldn't even let anyone else help. That's how much Mrs. Evans loves you.”

Mark was rendered speechless.

The silence on the other line made the servant feel uneasy.

"Mr. Evans, is there any problem?"

“Nothing,” Mark replied.