There were a few candidates, but Isabella was not interested in any of them.

She had high standards too.

“Let’s not talk about this, Mom. I’m hungry. I’m going to get some snacks.”

Isabella got up. She did not want to discuss that topic with her mother any longer.

Delphine said, “The snacks we have now were prepared by the pastry chef because Austin was away with you. You usually dislike his snacks because they’re too sweet.”

However, the rest of the O’Connors liked the baked goods made by the pastry chef.

Isabella was the only outlier because she was picky.

She could eat some of the desserts Austin made.

However, he said he was not that good at baking.

Delphine had tasted the desserts Austin made. They were not as sweet as those made by the pastry chef and had better texture. Maybe that was why Isabella could stomach Austin’s desserts.

Isabella went to the kitchen.

Austin glanced at her when she entered but quickly refocused on his work. He said with a smile, “You mus