Edward looked at the bill in front of him and felt as if his IQ was being scrubbed against the floor. ‘The feeling of heartache’ is just a bill? What happened to the signature dish? Edward, struggling to contain the words bursting from his chest, glared as the waiter, smiling slightly, placed the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef. “Madam, your ‘Lover’s Tears.'” The room’s window was closed, and the door had also been closed upon entry. Instinctively, Jason searched for information. And at this moment, a voice filled with confusion suddenly came—