Chapter 97: Tenderness Like Water

"Ask the waiter to serve. I ordered something you like." Ophelia said. "Well." Alan waved his hand and the waiter served the lunch. Ophelia had been abroad for many years and she was used to eat western food. This meal mainly made of steak, according to their own preferences, they also ordered some side dishes and snacks. Olive picked up the knife and fork, cutting down her medium cooked steak, she even can see the blood, she frowned slightly, she did not like the taste of blood, it was much better...