When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 127

After watching Soren go upstairs, Tara uneasily picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the table at the side. When she opened the containers, she realized they were all her favorite food. She wasn't a picky eater to begin with, but these were undeniably the ones she liked best.

She couldn't quite describe what she was feeling. The man who had once pursued her so fiercely had lost all memories related to her, yet upon seeing her again, he somehow still remembered what she liked to eat.

Tara didn't know why Soren was staying here for a whole month, and by himself, no less. She suspected he might have come for her, but judging from his behavior, it didn't seem like he remembered anything that had happened between them.

No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't make sense of what he was trying to do.

Golden light spilled over the terrain as the sun dipped. Tara stared out the window at the beautiful view but wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps. When she turned around, she saw Soren walking up to the front desk.

He blurted out, "Tara—"

But as soon as he spoke the name, he stopped, visibly surprised. He was sure he didn't remember her name, so why had it slipped out so naturally?

Tara didn't think much of it and responded, "Mr. Farrell, do you need something?"

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her. "Is your name really Tara?"

She nodded instinctively, finding nothing strange about the question.

"Yes, my name's Tara. Is something wrong, Mr. Farrell?"

Her calm reaction made him feel like he was the one out of sorts, thinking maybe he had called her by name in the past.

"How was the lunch I brought back?" he asked.

Tara gave a polite smile. "They're all the food I love. Thank you, Mr. Farrell."

Soren looked at her smile, and for some reason, his eyes lingered on her lips. Then, he turned and left the guesthouse with his car keys in hand.

He didn't start the engine right away once he got inside the car. The red glow of sunset filtered through the windows, casting half his handsome face in light while the other half was hidden in the shadow.

"Look into someone for me. Her name is Tara Thayer. She used to work as a live-in housekeeper in Bayheaven Villa. There should be records of her there."

Back in the guesthouse, Tara watched Soren drive off. Half an hour later, she went into the kitchen and made a bowl of instant pasta. She had just placed the bowl on the table and taken a bite of pasta when the door creaked open again.

Soren walked in and saw her eating. He came over and set the takeout dinner down on the table before taking a seat across from Tara.

His gaze made her feel incredibly uneasy, especially while she was eating. She looked up and asked awkwardly, "Mr. Farrell, did you go out to get dinner?"

His gaze shifted away from her lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he hummed in response.

Tara glanced at the takeout bag beside her and was about to suggest he sit at the other table when Soren reached out and took her bowl of pasta. He then placed the takeout bag in front of her as a replacement for the pasta.

"Perfect timing. Let me try your cooking." After saying that, he picked up the fork she had just used and slowly ate the pasta.

Tara was momentarily stunned. She lifted her hand, wanting to stop him. But it was too late, as he was already eating.

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