He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

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Chapter 87

Roman’s POV Post

The mess Gregory had left behind was unbelievable. Broken glass littered the floor, and several pieces of furniture were out of place. I gathered the larger shards and pushed them into a corner, leaving the rest for the cleaner to deal with in the morning.

I was still cleaning when the doorbell rang. “Roman! Open the door! Hurry!” That was Camila.

I frowned. Hadn’t she just gone downstairs? What could she possibly have forgotten? I opened the door and found her standing there with two steaming bowls in her hands.

“Careful. They’re hot!” she warned, thrusting them toward me.

I took both bowls before she could burn her fingers. The delicious aroma hit me immediately, making my stomach stir despite the fact that I hadn’t been particularly hungry.

“You brought me food?” I glanced at the bowls, then at her. “And you carried them all the way up here with your bare hands? Ever heard of a tray?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I made them for myself and accidentally cooked too much.” She walked past me as if she owned the place. “Then I thought you might not have eaten, so I decided to share. That’s all.”

Of course. Nothing to do with worrying about me. She followed me inside and shut the door behind her while I

carried the bowls to the dining table.

Sit down and eat,” she ordered, pulling out a chair. “They’re best while they’re hot. Leave them too long, and

they’ll turn soggy.”

I raised an eyebrow at her bossy tone but said nothing.

Perhaps she was making up for the meal she owed me from our last encounter. Whatever her reason, I wasn’t

about to complain.

My meals were usually planned by dietitians, with every portion measured and every ingredient selected for some nutritional benefit. Even when I ate pasta, it was usually some elaborate Western dish.

These homemade noodles were different. Simple, colourful, and rich with the smell of spices and vegetables.

I picked up my chopsticks and took a generous mouthful. Damn. They were good. I took another bite, then another, barely giving myself time to chew.

Across the table, Camila watched me with undisguised amusement.

“What?” I asked, still eating.

“Nothing.” Her lips twitched. “I’m just surprised Alpha Blackwell can eat like an ordinary person.”

I gave her a slow, amused look before returning to my noodles.

If she kept cooking like this, she might discover just how ordinary I could be around her.

I slowed down when I noticed Camila taking tiny bites of her noodles. She seemed to be enjoying them, judging by the satisfied expression on her face.

“So?” she asked, looking up at me with a proud grin. “What’s your verdict? I’m a pretty good cook, aren’t I?”

I glanced at her bowl. “You’re not bad. If you ever get tired of being a secretary, you could open a restaurant.”

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“Wish me something better than that!” She pointed her chopsticks at me. “If you want to eat my cooking again, you’ll have to work for it.”

Chuckled under my breath. I was only teasing her. I knew Camila was ambitious, and becoming a chef in a restaurant was definitely not part of her plans. Sure, the noodles were good. The broth was rich, the vegetables were perfectly cooked, and the shredded pork was packed with flavour. For something she claimed to have made by accident, it was suspiciously good.

I finished every last bite. So much for accidentally cooking too much.

Camila might insist otherwise, but I had a feeling she’d made the extra portion deliberately. And I wasn’ going to expose her little secret.

Once we’d finished eating, she gathered the empty bowls and handed them to me. “I did the cooking. You handle the washing. Fair deal, right?”

Very fair.”

I took the bowls to the kitchen without arguing. When I returned, I found her attempting to clean the broker glass scattered across the floor.

I immediately took the cleaning broom from her hand. “Leave it. I’ll have the cleaners deal with everything tomorrow.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s late. Go downstairs and get some sleep.”

She studied me for a moment before nodding. “Alright. You should rest too. Don’t stay up all night.”

Then I remembered the matter we’d been discussing earlier.

“About that contract,” I called as she turned towards the door. “Bring it over the evening after tomorrow. We’ll

discuss the details over dinner. Your treat.”

She spun around so quickly that I almost laughed. “Deal! Roman, you’re seriously the best person in the world!” Her smile was so wide and genuine that it caught me off guard.

The best person in the world? I watched her leave, a faint smile settling on my lips. She had a talent for saying the most outrageous things, especially when she got what she wanted. And she’d clearly wanted me to agree to that contract. Still, there was something refreshing about her.

Camila was cheerful without seeming forced, kind without making a show of it. Even after everything she’d witnessed tonight, she’d returned with a bowl of noodles instead of leaving me alone with the mess. I could understand why Julian had once been drawn to her. Her beauty was obvious, but it wasn’t the only thing she had going for her.

Fortunately, Julian was no longer in the picture. Because the thought of Camila ending up with someone like him left a sour taste in my mouth. She deserved better than Julian Blackwell.

Camila’s POV

Even though it was the weekend, I still went to the office. Work had been piling up, and I couldn’t afford to let things get out of hand.

Still, the thought of signing the contract with Roman tomorrow evening lifted some of the weight off my shoulders. If everything went as planned, I could finally put this deal behind me and focus on other things.

“Roman wasn’t as terrible as the rumours made him out to be. Sure, the Alpha could be intimidating enough to make anyone think twice before crossing him, but he had his decent moments, too.” Besides, we shared one important opinion: Julian Blackwell was an insufferable man.

Roman had given me his word about the contract, so I wanted to believe there wouldn’t be any unpleasant

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surprises this time. He’d even agreed to have dinner with me, which meant I had to get the arrangements right.

I’d taken his suggestion seriously and booked a table at a restaurant I loved. The place wasn’t luxurious, put the food was excellent. Isabella and I used to eat there often, and I’d once recommended it to Julian. His reaction had been predictable. He’d dismissed the restaurant as a place for people who couldn’t afford anything better.

As if expensive food automatically tasted better.

I still liked the place, and I saw no reason to be ashamed of it. But Roman Blackwell wasn’t Julian, anshad no idea what he preferred. What if he was just as particular about restaurants?

To be safe, I’d made reservations at a few more upscale places. That way, if he disliked my first choice, I could suggest an alternative without ruining the evening.